"Jason?" Ash calls out, noting the rest of the apartment was dark. She flicks the switch for the lights and isn't surprised when nothing happens. Lightning flashes, followed by a loud crack of thunder that makes her jump, slamming the door closed in the process. Both kids were with Bruce for the night, happily driving the man crazy more than likely. She didn't like how still everything was and if her cell hadn't of died on the way home from Wayne Manor, she would be using the flashlight installed on it. She holds her arms out to feel her way around the apartment, even if she stubs her toe on a toy, that had somehow escaped being put away earlier in the day, and she curses loudly as she leans against the couch and rubs the offended toe. Damn what she wouldn't give for a flashlight at the moment.
'Jason's not home yet, good.' After the last several years of the pair working with just her paycheck from Gotham General to pay for all the bills, Bruce had managed to remove the stigma that Todd had died and was now working under him as Head of Security in Wayne Towers. Much celebration had happened, both for the children and the adults now that Jason was no longer technically dead. Not long after that Jason had popped the question and they had tied the knot. The honeymoon was more family vacation than anything but both parents were okay with that. But today was a long time coming, a real honey moon for the two now that everything had finally settled down to a dull roar. Between offers of jobs because she had married into the Wayne family and the prestige that came with it and the annoying paparazzi following her and Jason and the rest of the Wayne's around, it was August before she knew it.
The 16th of August to be exact. Jason's birthday. He hated his birthday growing up but now with his own little family it was getting easier. The kids had woken him up with hand-made birthday cards and french toast, singing well off-key while he tried to eat. He mercilessly tickled them, chasing them around until all were out of breathe yet still laughing. He then kissed them goodbye after getting ready for work, looking smart in his suit that he hated. But now it was just her alone in their apartment and she had the run of the house. She makes her way into the kitchen, finally finding one of Jason's old lighters and a package of unscented tea lights.
A figurative light bulb goes off over her head. She could work with this.
Jason trudges down the hall of the apartment, legs aching from having to walk up so many goddamn stairs because the fucking power had to go off earlier. Juggling the cell in one hand and his keys with the bottle of wine Ash had asked him to grab in the other, he somehow manages to unlock and open the door then kicks it closed behind him. He just wanted this day to end, he had had enough with the 'Happy Birthday Mr. Todd's as is it was. His eyes were closed tight as he leans against the door, fumbling with the locks to make sure they were secure. When he opens them he finds a trail of tea lights leading into the bedroom which was lit in a soft glow.
He shuts off the flashlight on his cell and drops it and his keys in the bowl by the door, tugging the tie he was wearing off and beginning to remove his jacket as he follows the candles. The sight that met him brings a wide smile to his face.
Ash was wearing his Red Hood shirt, the neck of which was falling off one shoulder, and he was fairly certain nothing else was on underneath. Her dark hair was a tousled mess that fell in waves down her back and front. She was kneeling on the bed with a look that told him to come hither, if the finger she was crooking at him told him anything.
"Happy Fucking Birthday to me." Jason comments, as he heads to the bed while removing the monkey suit. Ash was more than happy to oblige in helping.