Mx. Minx, ch3.p2
masterpost there will be man mixed up words, brain fog is real, please no edits <3
It was 6:55 and Jason was standing at Dannyâs door, bottle of wine in hand and dressed down as much as Red Hood could be.
It felt wrong.
Danny swung open the door before Jason could dwell too deeply on it. His crop top rose high as he leaned on the door, showing a sliver of tan skin that Jason wanted to run his fingers along. âHey there.â
âHey,â Jason said and then floundered for a moment before he just held out the bottle of wine. âNot sure if this goes with what youâre cooking tonight, but if not, you can have it another time.â
âThatâs sweet, thank you,â Danny said as he took the bottle with a little smile. âCome on in. Dinner still needs a little bit, but we can get this open to enjoy.â
Jason nodded even though Danny was already turned away. He was so quick to show Jason his back. Only after making sure the door was secured did Jason move on. His fingers twitched, wanting to check over the rest of the security of Dannyâs apartment. He took a breath and let it out slowly.
âAll the windows and stuff are covered if you want to take off your mask,â Danny called from the kitchen. âNot even a laptop open.â
Itâs easier to listen to Danny and remove his mask than it should be.
Easier to want to be Jason than it should be.
âWill you be going out after this?â Danny asked from the kitchen.
âMaybe. Probably,â Jason said. He hadnât really thought about it. Going out as Red Hood was just who he was.
âMaybe that depends on how long I keep your enchanting company around?â
âMaybe. The night is young, though,â Jason said. He accepted the glass from Danny and gave the wine a little swirl. He hadnât seen Danny pour it. He knew the bottle was safe, as he brought it, but he hadnât seen Danny pour it. He should have gone to the kitchen to watch.
âTo the young night then,â Danny said. He clinked their glasses in toast before taking a sip of his own. He held out his glass with raised brows. âThis is good.â
Jason gave an offended noise. âYou think Iâd bring bad wine?â
Danny just shrugs, unconcerned. He moved to sit down, folding elegantly onto his couch. âI just didnât expect it to be the kind of thing you paid attention to.â
âI⌠maybe had some help,â Jason admits. He glances from Danny to his wineglass.
âOh, shit. Shit. Iâm sorry, Hood,â Danny said. He got up, more speed than elegance now, and left his glass on the coffee table. âHere, Iâll take your glass for dinner. Or I can pour it back in the bottle and then drink from a fresh glass to show itâs safe? I shouldnât have just poured it in the kitchen like that.â
Jason⌠he doesnât know what to say to that. To Dannyâs concerned offer.
Danny smiled, sadly, and reached out. One hand took the glass of wine. The other reached out and brushed over Jasonâs brow. âYouâre so expressive like this, without your mask and your hood.â
âI, um,â Jason cleared his throat. âJust you thought of that so quicklyâŚâ
âComes with the job,â Danny says, short words ending that line of questioning quickly. âWhat would make you feel safe enough to drink the wine?â
âI trust you,â Jason answers with a frown.
âYou wouldnât be here if you didnât, but that doesnât mean that your brain feels safe. What would make you feel safe?â
Jason actually thought about that. Danny gave Jason the time to think about that. âI⌠pouring it back into the bottle would work, I think.â
âOkay. Come on, come to the kitchen with me.â Danny hooked his fingers in Jasonâs and moved them forward with a little tug.
With them both in the kitchen, Danny carefully poured the wine back into the bottle. He gave it a good swirl before pouring a fresh glass, which he toasted Jason with before taking a sip. Jason huffed out a little, half laugh at Dannyâs dramatic flair about it all. But it did help. Jason took the glass from Dannyâs graceful fingers and drank.
âNext time, Iâll remember,â Danny said.
âNext time?â Jason asked instead of dwelling on the hangups of his own brain any longer.
âOf course next time. This could be a thing, if you want it to be. I mean, with our schedules it will have to be a flexible sort of thing, but it could still be a thing.â
Jason tilted his head. âI⌠yeah, Iâd like that, this being a thing.â
Dannyâs smile was a luminous thing. (It made Jason feel a little heady.)














