It's problem knowing that Ivy has a child. You're not really alive, just a plant that was lucky enough to gain sentience, Pamela calls you her child but you still doubt whether you are. Does a plant with intelligence even have an age rating?

Worst thing is that your abilities are as influential as your "mother's" and it really harms city, you are as much of a pest as she is, that's absolutely true. Jason has to shoot you every time in an attempt to get you into Blackgate or at least Arkham Asylum but obviously Ivy isn't stupid and made you as invulnerable as as plant. It's hard for Jason to catch you or stop you from destroying Gotham and covering the concrete in vines.

Jason wasn't in a very good mood today, Bruce had literally forced him to work when poor guy was planning on taking the day off. Damn it all. He wasn't in mood to fight either. So naturally when he was running across the rooftops and spotted your figure near the Gotham Manufacturing Plant he just did nothing but watch. Jason raised an eyebrow slightly as he stood on the roof, watching you fuss. What took so long?

He snorts under his breath and lands behind you, pulling a gun from his belt.

— "Hey, greenie, busy? I think you need a visit."