Patient: Stephanie Brown. Alias: Batgirl. Age: 19. Subject willingly elected self for treatment, sighting, quote 'feeling edgy'. When prompted for what may have caused this, subject hesitated, before responding.
"I had a close call with Black Mask on patrol. I… we were in the same room. He didn't see me. I was gone. I… ran away."
Subject seems ashamed. Supplied reports indicate this Black Mask, real name Roman Sionis previously extensively tortured the subject, to the point of death.
When assured that fear is natural, subject expressed anger.
"No! I-I'm a Bat! We do the scaring. I shouldn't be scared. What… what can I do to fix this?"
Hesitation in subjects tone suggests reluctance in asking for help. When informed that being here, asking for help was a start, more anger was expressed, subject began pacing.
"Don't start with that 'The first step is asking for help' crap! I need actual stuff that will help. I need to stop freezing up when I see him. Or think I might run into him. I'm a frigging vigilante in Gotham, and he's a crime lord, I'm gonna have to deal with him eventually. It's not like I can't kick his ass. So what's my f***ing problem?!"
Subject seemed to be on the verge of tears. When prompted with what she thinks her problem may be, subject reacts violently.
"I don't know, he f***ing killed me maybe?! It was just a game to him, and he killed me?!"
Subject breaks down, is allowed to cry for as long as needed. When more composed, a question is posed: Are you afraid he will kill you again?
Subject reacts strangely. Laughs.
"Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?"
Subject has dark sense of humor. Follow up question is posed: Why Black Mask, and not any of the other people you face on a nightly basis? Subject seems to pause, and think the question over, frowning, returning to seated position.
After an extended silence, subject shrugs.
She doesn't seem to have a response.
Question seems to have struck a chord.
New line of questioning: Are you not better trained now than you were then? And did you not still defeat him hand to hand? Subject laughs again. A bitter laugh. Reflexive thing. Subject seems to be a deflection with humor type.
"Everything doesn't have to be about fear. There's room in our line of work for hope, too."
"I mean, yes? But he shot me. Because I hesitated. Guess your little files and folders don't say everything, huh…"
Subject attempts to agitate others when emotionally vulnerable. Defensive mechanism, perhaps?
Interesting. Subject does not like being perceived as weak, either physically, or emotionally, will provoke fights to assert self.
Course of action: Do not respond.
Subject hangs head. She seems aware of what she's doing. Question: Is there any reason you lash out and try to start fights, even when you know I am an artificial intelligence?
"Habit… I run my mouth. Start fights. Rather be in fights and be angry about stuff than feel anything else."
Follow line of inquiry: What else is it you are trying to avoid feeling?
Subject grows visibly frustrated, then sinks back in seat, folding arms. Defensive.
"Shame? Self loathing? Doubt?"
Subject is silent. Probe further:Elaborate.
Subject growls in frustration, legs folded now.
"I ran away from a fight? Am I even worthy of my cowl?"
Subject puts a lot of weight on worthiness, and the cowl.
Diagnosis complete: Stephanie Brown. You came here willingly. You are not as broken as you think. You are definitely warped, but you wouldn't be running around in a cape and a cowl if you weren't. You are strong. You know what your problems are. You didn't even need to come here. You just needed to hear them come from yourself. The next time you cross paths with Roman Sionis, it is guaranteed you will walk away victorious. You will not stall. Because you are Stephanie Brown. You don't need the cowl. You need your spirit.
Subject sat and stared, seemed on verge of tears again.
"... Right. Me. Because I'm the one that did all that crap. Not Batgirl…"