Pamelia reacted smoothly and with an ease that said she was expecting that.  They didn't even reach the window, as she smoothly took control of the vines, and stopped them short. 

Bruce had already been turning, hook and line out, and had reached for her. she just stood, and threw the vines, moving fast and with a power that showed she had more control, more power than her son. 

"Foolish, but then, you never thought things through. Always acted, didn't think. And I've had a long time to think, Johnathon. A long time to plan. A child isn't a pet."

Wary of a power dtruggle, she kept a tight control over the vines, "you missed the wrong trash, Nicholas. But allow me to do it" the vines moved to Crane, happy to do her bidding.  She shook her head,  "you do not own a child. A child is a miricle. And you've hurt one of mine for the last time"

More vines formed, all moving towards Crane. She held them with tight control, knowing she could do so, and preventing nicholas from taking control of them.