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Danny is definitely not freaking out, which is why it only takes them four attempts of typing in Jazz's number to remember that they have her contact saved just like any sane person these days and clicking the correct button for the call.
A pause, a click, then a familiar voice reaches their ears.
"Danny? Is everything alright?"
The ball of anxiety in their chest is crackling like it's about to explode, but at least they have Jazz.
"Um, I did something kind of stupid and now I think I might die."
"Considering you've already got that one crossed off your list, I assume you're not actually, actively dying," she says. "Did something happen with Jason?"
And of course she hits the nail on the head.
"Um, I asked him to be my boyfriend."
"Oh, Danny. Did he...?"
Danny blinks, trying to gather their thoughts where they stand in the center of their living room staring at the door. "Wait, that's not- I mean, he said yes."
Their sister makes a happy noise that briefly breaks through the cold feeling all over their body.
"Danny, that's amazing! Congrats!"
"Thanks, yeah."
"So," Jazz continues hesitantly. "If it went well... Why are you calling me in a panic in the middle of what should be your date night?"
With a sigh, Danny tells her vaguely what happened, substituting Jason's vigilante identity for an unspecified very important personal secret that they accidentally admitted to knowing and ending on how in the excitement of the situation they might have promised giving a secret of their own in turn when Jason comes back.
Jazz is quiet for a while, mulling over what they told her and what they know about both Danny and Jason.
"Did he seem upset about you knowing this personal thing about him?" She asks, always one to ask rational questions.
Walking over to their couch, Danny lets themselves fall heavily into the cheap cushions.
"I don't think so. I was kind of panicking already though, so it's hard to tell?"
"Oh," Jazz says. "You mean you were doing the thing where you focus so much on your own expressions that you miss others'?"
Danny wishes they could punch her shoulder right now.
"Don't make fun of me right now," they beg, eyes closed and one hand draped over their face.
Jazz fails miserably at muffling her laugh.
"I'm not, I'm not- I'm sorry! Anyway, I think you need to wait until he's back and actually see what his reaction is. But I'm pretty sure you're not going to die as you so nicely put it."
"Jazz, that can't be all you've got for me!"
"You can do this, Danny. Now take some time to breathe, make yourself some tea and figure out if you really want to share anything in return or if you'd rather just talk it out with your boyfriend tonight. I doubt he'd hold it against you if you don't actually feel comfortable to say anything after all. Just- communicate, okay? I love you and I believe in you!"
"Alright. Love you too."
Jazz ends the call before they've even lowered the phone and it's only after they hear the line disconnect that they drop the hand over their eyes and look around the room.
Everything looks the same as it did before Danny dropped their bombshell on Jason, but it doesn't feel the same. There's a different type of quiet in the small apartment, as though all the noise from outside just serves to make the inside more lonely in contrast. A shiver runs over their frame and had they been less in tune with their senses, they might have mistaken it for their ghost sense.
There's not really anything else to do except check the news, wait, check the news again and wait some more.
They're up to checking the news for the tenth time, but whatever important mission Jason has been summoned for seems to be too specific to have reached the media channels - which doesn't do much to calm their nerves at all.
The minutes crawl by and Danny wishes, not for the first time, that their brain was any better at distracting itself when they actually need it instead of at any other time.
Nearly four hours later, Danny is woken up by a noise from the door.
Years of sleeping under their parents' roof have left their marks on them, causing them to sit up quickly, wide eyes darting around to find the source of the sound as soon as possible. When their eyes land on a frozen Red Hood, hands on his helmet as if to pull it off quietly, they finally relax and lie back down against the couch, where they must have fallen asleep waiting earlier.
"Sorry," Jason whispers, gently placing his helmet on the ground before sneaking closer to crouch next to them. He's smiling awkwardly, domino mask still covering his eyes, but Danny thinks they could recognize that smile anywhere. "Hi."
"Hey," Danny greets, eyes closing briefly as their boyfriend - they haven't forgotten - places his gloved hand against their face. When they look at him again, the smile has dropped. "Are you okay?"
Jason nods. "I'm fine, barely even a scratch on me." Humming, Danny grabs the hand closest to their face and attempts to tug off the glove. After a moment of struggle, Jason helps. "I'm sorry for running out on you," he says.
Glove tossed aside, Danny clings to the freed hand and places a kiss on its back.
"You came back," they say.
"Of course I did."
They watch as Jason's face scrunches up in concern, which should be funny coming from the literal vigilante who has only just returned from an emergency mission. But instead of dismissing it, Danny pauses and analyzes and tries to finally pay attention to Jasons's expressions over their own.
"Are you angry that I figured out you're Red Hood?" they ask, just to make sure, to see what he really thinks.
The concern on his face deepens, but there's no anger, no irritation.
"Apparently I haven't been good at hiding it," he teases, but it falls flat in the dim light falling in from the kitchen and the otherwise quiet apartment. "I'm not mad. Are you upset because I keep ditching you?"
"No," Danny says, without hesitation. "That would be stupid of me."
The hand they're holding onto twitches in time with Jason's eyebrows.
"I would understand if you were. I took so long to come back you literally fell asleep. Are you sure that's the kind of boyfriend you want?"
The corners of their lips lift automatically at the words.
"You're my boyfriend," they say, grinning and mostly forgetting all about their earlier panic.
"Yeah," Jason agrees. "I'm your boyfriend."
"Can we cuddle? I'm too tired to be squinting at your face in this lighting."
"Your eyesight confuses me," Jason admits. "But sure. Let me get changed and then I'll be right back, alright?"
"Mhm. Tomorrow we gotta talk."
"Yeah. Tomorrow we'll talk."