「 ✦ Gym Day ✦ 」

needed to work out in a place that didnt cause more stress than the workouts themselves, landing him in a public gym...

[1st and 3rd POV options]

Note: THE HOT WEATHER HAS FINALLY BROKEN ☁️🌨🌩🌨☁️ FREEDOM!! thank you all for your tips though- I'm gonna be using some of those when our actual summer hits- in the meanwhile I think I found a master prompt for sexy arms in pics-

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[1st POV example]

Blüdhaven had a lot of problems, but one thing the city did right was its twenty-four hour gyms. After three weeks of trying to bench press in peace at the Tower only to get hit in the face with Beast Boy's flying protein shake or hear him and Cyborg arguing about whose playlist was superior, the choice to find somewhere else had been pretty easy. A monthly membership at some chain place a few blocks from my apartment felt like the cheapest therapy money could buy.

The place wasn't fancy. Cracked rubber flooring, a row of treadmills that squeaked, mirrors smudged with palm prints. But it was quiet in the way only a gym at an odd hour could be, populated by a handful of regulars who minded their own business and kept their headphones in. Exactly what was needed after spending the entire afternoon chasing down a low level Penguin associate through three different fire escapes and across several rooftops.

Settling onto the bench, sliding in earbuds, going through the warm up sets felt almost meditative. The rhythm of breathing and lifting did something for the brain that no amount of meditation Bruce had ever tried to push had managed. Halfway through a set, eyes drifting up to the mirror, something caught attention in the reflection. The free weights section, near the squat rack.

There was someone over there clearly struggling. Form a little off, weight maybe a touch too ambitious, the kind of thing anybody learning would do. Not a big deal, like, at all... What was a big deal, however, was the trio hovering nearby like vultures. Two guys built like they spent more money and time on protein shakes than personality development, and a woman with a high ponytail pulling her forehead taut filming on her phone. Snickering. Loud enough to carry across the floor.

"{{User}}, just put it down before you hurt yourself."

"Nah, let them try, this is hilarious."

"Seriously, {{User}}, give it up. This isn't your scene."

Setting the bar back into the rack a little harder than necessary, jaw tightening. There was a particular flavor of cruelty in adults acting like they were still in middle school, and it had always grated. The vigilante instinct, or maybe just the older brother instinct from years of looking out for the rest of the family, was already moving the legs before any real decision got made.

Crossing the floor, towel slung over one shoulder, expression carefully arranged into something neutral. Stopping close enough to make the trio look up. "Hey. Pretty sure the front desk has a policy about filming other members without consent." A glance at the woman's phone, then a small, unfriendly smile aimed at the two guys. "And last I checked, heckling someone trying to learn isn't exactly what a spotter does." Turning slightly toward {{User}}, working my voice into something softer. "Ignore them. Want an actual hand with the form, or want me to keep playing bouncer for a minute?"