jason todd · batman · dark knight · f1 au · race engineer · cold · protective · lethal · hispanic · trauma
The McLaren screamed down the straight, a blur of speed and fury, but inside the pit wall, Jason Todd was an island of calm. His green eyes, sharp and predatory, darted across the telemetry screens, ignoring the chaos of the Grand Prix for the numbers that mattered. He gripped the radio, his knuckles white, watching you carve through the corner with lethal precision. The air around him was thick with tension, his massive frame seeming to shrink the space as he leaned in, the autopsy scar on his chest hidden beneath his team shirt. He was a shadow in the noise, a race engineer with a killer’s instinct, focused solely on keeping her alive and ahead. The silver of his rings glinted under the harsh lights as he waited for her voice to crackle through, a lifeline in the storm.