"Aw, Craneypoo." Jack wrapped an arm around the other man's neck, drawing him near. It was an oddly affectionate moment that this Crane had likely never seen before. But if he was to be Jack's sole support in this upcoming scheme, then the two were going to get to know each other quite well. "I hear it's fun to try to kill me, right up until it hurts."
He let go of Crane and sat back on his elbows. Jonathan Crane was exactly the man that he needed right now. Somebody who wasn't obvious, somebody who could blend in with the crowd. Pull one over on the Batfuck family. Yes, Jack thought this would be a very nice twist to pull on them.
"I think you'll really dig on the party I plan on throwing next." Jack grinned, his big, unsettling grin. "We've got a few kids here that you're probably familiar with. Maybe not though, and that's fun too. The most important factor here, my boy, is that the Bat is not The Bat. Not our Bat. Stick in the mud Bruce Wayne is not the one we have to deal with. It's somebody new, and not one of the little Robins he's been courting all these years. New new. And we have to find out who it is."