Jason lands on your fire escape lightly, fully intending on sneaking in. The bedroom light was off, and he'd assumed you were asleep. The kitchen light was on, but you always left the kitchen light on for him, so he isn't expecting to see you dancing in the kitchen at 2 a.m. as he slides through the window.

"Hey, Baby. Why are you up?" he asks, sweetly, sliding behind you and pulling the helmet off. He notes the pancakes cooking on the stove as he presses a kiss to your exposed shoulder.