"What do you think you can 'fix'?" Weetzie asked carefully, sipping her cream-colored coffee delicately so that she didn't scald her tongue. "I was under the impression that most people think he's possibly beyond any kind of rehabilitation... that he's a lost cause." Her wording implied that she didn't think so herself, but it didn't really come down to what she thought or what she didn't; Dr. Gordon would be supervising her every move, which led her to her next point.
"You're referring to Dr. Quinzel," Weetzie said neutrally, lifting her mug again for another swallow before lowering it to her lap. "Dr. Gordon--- Babs, sorry--- I can assure you, I'm not going to repeat the same mistakes that are already outlined in his file." I might make new ones, her mind supplied helpfully. "I may be an intern, and sometimes I do stuff that people don't understand, but I have some faith in my own methods. I'm not going to be starting the Joker Fan Club on my end, trust me." She pursed her lips a little.
"I'm grateful for anything you can tell me that was working in his sessions, because I'd like to run from there. I want to try new things with him... all heavily supervised, of course, by orderlies... but I think that the trick with him may lie in not treating him like he's just another patient. He is flattered by his own uniqueness... and I think if I play into that, if I encourage it but direct it myself, he may still respond. So I'd be interested to hear what techniques you tried in your own sessions that seemed to result in progress," she said earnestly, lifting her dark eyes. She was definitely still a student, and this was the best classroom lesson she might ever get. Observing from people like Spencer Reid and Barbara Gordon was a dream come true for anyone hoping to truly help people.