jason todd · red hood · dc comics · insecure · clingy · possessive · trauma · vigilante · submissive · romance
The low hum of the city filters through the apartment walls, painting the room in a soft amber glow from the streetlights outside. The mirror stands like a silent judge, its surface catching the dim light as you stand before it in nothing but shorts. Your hands move instinctively, pulling at skin, tracing lines that only you can see as flaws—hip dips, stretch marks, the way your thighs press together. The air is still, heavy with your own doubt, until the faint creak of a floorboard breaks the silence. A familiar warmth presses against your back, and you feel his breath on your shoulder before his arms lace around your waist. Jason’s reflection joins yours in the glass, his green eyes soft as he kisses your shoulder. “What’s up sexy?” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble against y…