A/N: Short chapter but please review!
But when she heard a single footstep, she swung round so quickly she nearly toppled over. Violet reached out to touch the wall, steadying herself.
"Well hello, beautiful." He said lowly, in that gravelly voice that she had only ever heard on the television. On ransom videos and radio excerpts declaring the imminent death of hundreds.
Violet shrunk back and into the shadows, her legs stumbling back like they did when she was drunk.
"Where are you going, gorgeous?" He said, standing still. She hadn't seen his face but she would know that voice anywhere. Stepping back once more, she was able to catch a glimpse of a green shoe and purple trouser leg before turning and bolting off in the opposite direction.
Holy fucking shit!
Violet's shoulder bag bounced off her hip with every jolt. She ran the rest of the way home, not daring to slow to look back. She leaped up the stairs to her apartment and unlocked it in record speed. Inside, Cleopatra meowed nervously as she leant against the door, putting the dead bolt on.
She ran round her apartment, locking every window she could find and pulling all the blinds. Shakily she walked over to the worn sofa next to her kitchen counter and sat down, reaching for her phone and punching in Donna's number. The phone shook under her tense fingers as she waited for her to pick up.
"Donna." She said urgently as she heard the snap at the other end.
"Who is this?" The familiar voice asked.
"Violet-"
"Oh hey, hun, you never call me on my mobile - what's up?" She asked.
"I got followed, he was there, he followed me...h-he saw me, Donna...oh my god he saw me." She sputtered, holding the receiver tight against her cheek.
"Who, who saw y- oh no."
"Yeah." She said in a wavering tone.
"Where are you? Has he followed you here?" Donna replied, now sitting on the edge of her couch.
"I don't think so," She whispered back, "I ran the rest of the way to my apartment and all the doors and windows are locked."
"Good," Donna replied nearly as quietly, "Then get in your bed with Cleo and get some rest. There's nothing else you can do, anyway he goes after blondes remember. But tell the police in the morning, okay?"
Violet sighed, "Okay, thanks for listening, I'll see you tomorrow."
"Bye."
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Violet awoke in her bed the next morning, sweaty and confused. Cleopatra was curled up on top of her head which explained the dampness on her forehead. She sat up groggily and made for the shower. She then chucked on some warm clothes and went routing around for her taser which was hidden in the bottom of her closet.
She made her way to the police station, which mercifully wasn't far from her work, and walked straight up to the reception.
"Excuse me, I need to talk to someone in charge of the Joker case."
A/N: Please review! It gets better in the next few chapters!