My Favorite Psychopath // Joker x Reader One Shots

#171 hybristophiliacs

"Hybristophilia is a paraphilia in which the person is sexually attracted to extremely violent criminal and their crimes. A sexual attraction to serial killers, you may say. You'll be surprised to know how many fan mails Ted Bundy, Jeffrey Dahmer and Richard Ramirez got. And how Columbine shooters - Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold - become icons to so many. Anyway, did you know there are two types of hybristophiliacs? Passive hybristophilia and aggressive hybristophilia. A person who developed passive hybristophilia have no desire in committing a crime, but is attracted to those behind bars. They are usually delusional and will try to find excuses for what the criminal did. They grow feelings toward that criminal and feel like even though their killer lover killed numerous people, he would never harm them. Passive hybristophiliacs believe they can change those criminals they fell for. Sadly, they are mostly putting themselves in positions to be seduced, manipulated and lied to by the killers. Aggressive hybristophiliacs are complete opposites. This type of hybristophilia are willing to help out their lovers with their criminal agenda by luring victims, hiding bodies, covering crimes,  or committing illegal acts. They are attracted to the killer because of those violent actions and also want to receive love, yet are unable to understand that they are being manipulated by their so-called hero who is  a sociopath. Both passive and aggressive hybristophiliacs tend to end up in abusive and unhealthy relationship.

So which one are you, y/n?

I've been reading through your criminal record... covering your boyfriend's crimes, hiding bodies and helping him get away with murder. I'd say aggressive"

"Go fuck yourself" Y/n hissed through gritted teeth. Her bloodshot eyes boring hole through her psychologist's skull, and the fact he almost looked scared somehow amused y/n, at least a little since she was still so irritated by the whole things, being apart from her boyfriend and held captive in this hellhole. It was their first session together and y/n could tell by how insecure he looked that his was his first session ever with this first ever patient. Ha! She couldn't wait to chew him to pieces and spit him out. Her little psychologist was a 46 year-old man with unbelievable baby face that she would have thought he was around 25 or so, if she haven't had secretly gotten her hands on his file and read through it like a magazine. His eyes. Oh his eyes. They were so blue - as blue as clear sapphire crystal that the thick glasses he was wearing could do nothing at overshadowing those two dreamy orbs.

Doctor Jay was no doubt one of the most beautiful arts God ever created. Y/n would surely have flirted with him, if her heart haven't already belonged to someone else. Even thought that someone else was a notorious serial killer.

"Where is Toby?" The psychologist asked in low voice as he leaned toward a little, trying to look strong and in control. Failed. He only made himself look even more pathetic. "You'll never find him" y/n stated coldly. She did a wonderful job at hiding the sadness in her eyes and pain in her voice that the newbie doctor didn't sense a thing. Doctor Jay sighed. He took off his glasses and placed it on the table separated both of them "y/n" he started off "You have to wake up and see the truth. That man, if he loves you, would he have left you there alone when the cops shown up? Come on, he doesn't love you. He never did. You were a college student with bright future up ahead before he came into your life and corrupted your mind. Messed with your head. See where you ended up" Doctor Jay leaned back against his chair and signaled y/n to take in her situation; strapped in straitjacket and locked up in asylum "You don't know anything about me. About us" y/n's voice started to crack. She hated what doctor Jay was doing: trying to make her doubt Toby's love for her. She knew her boyfriend loved her. She knew what they had was real. Doctor Jay was just like everybody else, thinking they knew it all. They had no idea.