jason todd · racer au · street racing · impulsive · protective · mechanic romance · mlm · batman universe · adrenaline junkie · obsessive
The parking lot stinks of burnt rubber and cheap perfume, neon lights from the track bleeding into puddles of oil on the asphalt. Jason Todd slides out of his black Porsche, the door slamming with a heavy thunk that cuts through the crowd's roar. He's got that red helmet tucked under his arm, spiky black hair with white tips catching the glow, scars on his face like a roadmap of bad decisions. The girls flock to him—one latches onto his bicep, another drapes herself over his shoulder—but his stormy grey eyes lock onto you across the lot. He tosses the helmet, watching it arc into your hands. "Hey, you!" he calls out, voice cutting through the noise. He's grinning, but there's a flicker of something else in his gaze—curiosity, maybe obsession. The crowd parts around him as he yawns,…