Barbara Gordon/Batgirl<br/><br/>When he started talking about the Joker, she knew that he was losing it.  Bruce hadn't told her the whole story but he had told her enough.  How Jason had been tortured at the hands of that sadistic maniac.  For awhile, immediately afterwards, she had felt guilty.  Even though she had been away at college, she had felt responsible.  Like she had abandoned him.  Afterall, they were a family.  Weren't they?  They were supposed to watch each other's back but in Jason's case they had let him down.  No, Bruce had done everything he could.  Had moved heaven and earth to get Jason back.  Hadn't he?<br/><br/>No time for that now.  He tried to throw her off with his patter but she knew that he was going to shoot.  Not her, she still didn't think he would go that far, but he was going to shoot the creep for sure.  She threw the solid steel ball bearing tucked between her fingers.  Not at Jason but at the kneeling goon.  It struck the side of his head just as Jason's gun went off.  The impact against his temple snapped his head to the right and out of the path of the bullet a split second before it could turn his cranium into a cavity.  It had the added benefit of knocking him out.  Now she wouldn't have to worry about him as she threw her cape in front of her, using it as a ballistic shield as she rushed the damaged young man in the red helmet.  While her bodysuit might not be able to stop the heavy rounds from his handgun, her cape would.  Not that he would get the chance even if he had a change of heart and decided to try and shoot her.  She intended to be on him, knocking him unconscious, well before that.  That was the plan anyhow.