Richard Grayson
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A groan brushed past your lips as you looked all up and down yourself, where a white sheen shone under the sun. You'd applied much too much sunscreen, and now you looked like a snowman. Shit.
Chuckling, the voice of your boyfriend, Dick, chimed from behind, and, before you could retort, one of his warm hands brushed against your back.
"Alright, sunscreen hog, I can take some from you."
And when you turned around, he'd spread some all on his cheeks. You should give him a hand.