The next memory was a haze, a confusing mess. It took until the very end before it clicked that it was Ivy, and even then, Jack had already gone so deep and so distant that it didn't do much more than register as a fact.
Jason's reaction was a little more marked, mostly because he just couldn't believe it. Bruce, rescue Ivy? Offer her absolution? Even for Bruce, that was a little hard to believe. Had to be the other Bruce, the softer one. The Bruce he'd known was stupid, of course, but he'd never liked Ivy much. Too much blood on her hands. Jack might have pity for her, but Jason had never been able to stretch himself that far. Anyone who valued plant life over human life needed to go.
And the Joker. There he was, popping up like a cardboard cutout, just long enough to laugh and kill some more before disappearing. Jason didn't have the faintest idea why Ivy would be going after the clown, but he could definitely believe Bruce jumping between them. Like a ghost in the night, like a bad prank that someone kept playing on him over and over, the Joker just kept on slipping through. Jason knew what it would take to get the Joker out of his head. He planned on putting it through his heart with a handgun.