I Might Be Done Reconstructing The Blog

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. “Hey there.”

“Hey,” Jason said and then floundered for a moment before he just held out the bottle of wine. “Not sure if this goes with what you’re cooking tonight, but if not, you can have it another time.”

“That’s sweet, thank you,” Danny said as he took the bottle with a little smile. “Come on in. Dinner still needs a little bit, but we can get this open to enjoy.”

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 Danny’s apartment. He took a breath and let it out slowly.

“All the windows and stuff are covered if you want to take off your mask,” Danny called from the kitchen. “Not even a laptop open.”

It’s easier to listen to Danny and remove his mask than it should be.

Easier to want to be Jason than it should be.

“Will you be going out after this?” Danny asked from the kitchen.

“Maybe. Probably,” Jason said. He hadn’t really thought about it. Going out as Red Hood was just who he was.

“Maybe that depends on how long I keep your enchanting company around?”

“Maybe. The night is young, though,” Jason said. He accepted the glass from Danny and gave the wine a little swirl. He hadn’t seen Danny pour it. He knew the bottle was safe, as he brought it, but he hadn’t seen Danny pour it. He should have gone to the kitchen to watch.

“To the young night then,” Danny said. He clinked their glasses in toast before taking a sip of his own. He held out his glass with raised brows. “This is good.”

Jason gave an offended noise. “You think I’d bring bad wine?”

Danny just shrugs, unconcerned. He moved to sit down, folding elegantly onto his couch. “I just didn’t expect it to be the kind of thing you paid attention to.”

“I… maybe had some help,” Jason admits. He glances from Danny to his wineglass.

“Oh, shit. Shit. I’m sorry, Hood,” Danny said. He got up, more speed than elegance now, and left his glass on the coffee table. “Here, I’ll take your glass for dinner. Or I can pour it back in the bottle and then drink from a fresh glass to show it’s safe? I shouldn’t have just poured it in the kitchen like that.”

Jason… he doesn’t know what to say to that. To Danny’s concerned offer.

Danny smiled, sadly, and reached out. One hand took the glass of wine. The other reached out and brushed over Jason’s brow. “You’re so expressive like this, without your mask and your hood.”

“I, um,” Jason cleared his throat. “Just you thought of that so quickly…”

“Comes with the job,” Danny says, short words ending that line of questioning quickly. “What would make you feel safe enough to drink the wine?”

“I trust you,” Jason answers with a frown.

“You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t, but that doesn’t mean that your brain feels safe. What would make you feel safe?”

Jason actually thought about that. Danny gave Jason the time to think about that. “I… pouring it back into the bottle would work, I think.”

“Okay. Come on, come to the kitchen with me.” Danny hooked his fingers in Jason’s 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 Danny’s dramatic flair about it all. But it did help. Jason took the glass from Danny’s graceful fingers and drank.

“Next time, I’ll remember,” Danny said.

“Next time?” Jason asked instead of dwelling on the hangups of his own brain any longer.

“Of 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.”

Jason tilted his head. “I… yeah, I’d like that, this being a thing.”