She realized that Batman had left her alone. Only one thing to do......go visit her grandmother. She arrived at the nursing home later then she had expected. She just hoped her grandmother hadn't gone to bed yet. When she came to the room, she knocked gently on the open door before letting herself in.
"Grandma? Are you still awake?"
"Yes."
"How are you feeling today?"
"Better."
"That's good. You'll never guess what happened to me today! I saw him grandma! There was a gang of Jokerz trying to rob me, and he came to my rescue!"
The elderly woman's eyes grew wide, but she said nothing.
"Grandma? What's wrong now?"
"You remember what I told you a long time ago?"
"Yeah..."
"Well, I think that now is the time. I've already planned to do this myself, but when I had that stroke I couldn't do anything about it."
The old woman slowly got up out of her chair and walked towards a table where a purse was sitting. She started to rummage through it and after a few minutes, pulled out what she wanted.
"Here, I want you to have this. Take this to Gotham National Bank. They'll lead you to the right spot."
The young lady took the key from her grandmother and walked towards the door.
"Oh, and Katherine...." the young lady turned. "Don't tell anyone about this, understand? No one, not even your fiancée."
The lady managed to nod her head yes and left.
....Meanwhile...
The Batmobile was heading into the Batcave after a hard night's work. Ace had perked his head up from where he was laying, just for a minute and then set it back down. Bruce rose from his chair and started walking towards the Batmobile.
"How did it go?" Bruce asked.
"Well, J-man and some other Jokerz scum should be behind bars again soon." Batman replied. He then proceeded to take off his mask. "They probably won't stay there for long."
"I did meet an interesting redhead though...She managed to take two of them out when they weren't looking. I told her not everyone could be like me." Terry smiled after he said that.
"Uh-huh."
"So, what shall we do now? Gotham's been pretty quiet lately."
"Just the calm before the storm." replied Bruce. "I think you need to keep your eyes and ears open. It hardly ever gets this quiet."
"Tomorrow though, I think we should pay a visit to an old friend."
"Ok, I'll be by after school."
...Later at Gotham National...
"Here we are miss, this one is yours." said the clerk.
"Thank you." replied Katherine.
She waited until the clerk left her alone in the room.
"Well, let's see what you've got here, grandma."
She took the key out of her pocket and put it into the lock. She opened the door, only to find a small box. When she opened it, she found a videotape and a large plastic bag. Seeing that nothing else was in the box, she took out the tape and bag and left.
She arrived at her house at almost midnight. She put in the videotape and started to watch. The picture she saw was of her grandmother.
"I knew all along that you were special, Katherine. After the stroke you took care of me and have never left my side when I needed you. Now I need you again. You are the only chance for peace that I have left. What I need for you to do is to carry out what I was going to do 20 years ago. Inside the plastic bag, there is a folder. It has all the information that you need. I know that you are willing to do this. I just hope that you'll understand one day why it must be done. If you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask me. I'm counting on you Katherine. Please don't fail me now."
Then the tape stopped. She started to read the files within the folder. Somehow, she understood what her grandmother was talking about. She knew what she had to do. She started getting ready for the task at hand.
....later that night....
Tim Drake had finally finished working on his latest project. He was heading out of the building and towards his car in the parking lot when he heard something. It was a faint noise. Then he saw a cat race past the far side of the lot. He sighed and thought to himself that he was getting too paranoid lately.
He noticed something else when he got closer to his car. Smoke had started to fill the air....Then the smoke started to gather up in between him and the car.
"......Tim......"
He heard his name coming from out of the smoke.
"......Timothy Drake......"
Finally a figure appeared in the midst of the smoke.
"......Robin......"
By this time Tim was horrified when he saw the dark figure come through the smoke brandishing what looked like a sickle on his hand. The figure pointed his sickle at Tim and said....
"Robin....Your angel of death awaits!"