Tim was totally frozen in front of this dark, morbid figure. His fear became mixed with anger as he realized that hardly anyone knew he was Robin. He shouted angrily at the figure.

"Who are you? What do you want from me?"

"I am Phantasm.....and I want you to pay for your sins!"

"Me? Pay? Ha! I've been paying my whole life! You have no idea how much I've paid!"

"Now you will pay with your death!"

"Fat chance, freak. If you really think I'm Robin, then you should know better than to mess with me."

"I have dealt with Batman before....this is no different."

"You have? When?"

Phantasm begins to glide towards Tim. Tim turns and starts running. Got to think of some way to contact Batman, Tim thought to himself. Just then, the intense excruciating pain hits him in his head. He stops and starts to moan. Phantasm stops too, wondering what's going on. Tim's skin turns deathly pale.

AAAAAAAUUUUUGH!!!!!!!

Finally the pain stops and his skin returns to its original color. He turns to see that Phantasm is still behind him, so he proceeds to run into the building. "I'll be safer inside with all of that technology at my fingertips," said Tim to himself. Phantasm chased after him, not wanting the first of the victims to get away.

Phantasm began to search the rooms, one by one until he finally saw the target. A little odd that Tim would just be standing there working on the console, but an opportunity like this doesn't come often. Phantasm glided over to Tim and swung his deadly sickle right through......

a hologram.

He couldn't believe it. He had been duped so easily. Now he was angry. "You cannot hide forever Tim!"

"I don't intend to." A monitor flashed to life revealing Tim's weary face. "This should keep you busy until the police arrive."

As soon as Tim finished, the doorways began to be blocked by lasers. Phantasm had become trapped, or at least that's what Tim Drake thought.

"Do you really think that this can stop me?"

Phantasm began to build a smoke cloud around himself. Tim watched in awe as the cloud seemed to engulf the dark figure, making him literally disappear. The smoke then proceeded to pass right through the lasers and dissipated on the other side. Phantasm emerged once again, this time outside the enclosed room. He glanced at the monitor before resuming his search for Drake.

Tim was furious. This room wasn't able to hold Batman last time, but surely he thought it could hold its new prisoner. He shut down the lasers for that room.

"I've got one thing else that I can do." He turned towards the monitor and contacted an old friend. "Bruce, are you there?"

***silence***

"Bruce? Come in, Bruce, please!"

"Yes?"

"Oh thank god! Bruce, you have to get over here quick! Someone is trying to kill me!"

"We'll be there soon. Wayne out."

Bruce had just turned off the monitor when Terry was walking down the stairs.

"What was that about?"

"Suit up. We have to get to Tim fast."

"We?"

"I'd go by myself, but I figured you might want to tag along."

"Funny. What's the rush?"

"Someone's trying to kill Tim."

Indeed, that someone was trying, but was quickly becoming more unsuccessful as time went by. Phantasm had to find Drake, and fast. Tim had probably called the cops by now. He needed a break. Just then, the elevator started to move. Phantasm looked at the numbers to see where it was going. The roof. Without any hesitation, Phantasm headed for the stairs.

Tim didn't think that he could get away, so he went to where he thought he could best defeat this Phantasm. The elevator was slowly climbing up towards the roof when it suddenly stopped.

"Oh no, not now!"

The top hatch was lifted to reveal that Phantasm was standing on top of the elevator.

"Any last words?"

Tim could only cower in fear next to the elevator doors.

"I didn't think so. Farewell Timothy Drake."

Phantasm closed the hatch and started to cut the cables with his sickle. Tim quickly took out a remote and pressed a button. The doors opened, revealing to him that he was between the executive level and the one below.

It took all of his strength to climb up into the executive level. He heard the cables snapping apart. He pressed the button again and the doors started to close. Just then, the cables snapped apart and the elevator plummeted thirty stories. Phantasm was hanging on a wire and saw the doors closing, with Tim being on the other side. Phantasm built another smoke cloud aimed at the doors. The cloud seemed to hold the doors in place, just long enough for him to jump through.

"You cannot get rid of me so easily, Drake."

"Apparently, neither can you."

Tim turned and headed for the other end of the hallway where a private set of stairs was located leading to the rooftop. He raced up the stairs with Phantasm close behind him. Tim pressed the remote once more, opening the door to the roof. After walking through it, he immediately pressed the button again and turned. The door closed behind him. Tim found himself alone on the roof.

"Yes! Now he'll never get me."

He turned again and started walking towards the middle of the roof. CLICK. Tim stared at amazement. Phantasm had easily entered through the other stairway.

"No!" Tim cried. "Why? Why do you want to kill me?"

"Is it not obvious? You are a part of his legacy."

Phantasm began to run towards Tim. Tim pulled out a laser gun and fired. Phantasm dodged every shot, getting closer to his victim. As Phantasm reached Tim, Tim shot at him again. This time the laser connected.

"AUGH!"

Phantasm reeled from the pain and held himself defensively.

"Did you think you would be able to kill me? I've been through a hell of a lot worse than this. Compared to my days as Robin, this is practically nothing. I saw more heinous acts, prevented more robberies, saved countless lives, and tangled with the roughest crowd of villains that anyone could face in their entire life! Now, did you honestly think it would be so easy to kill me?"

"No. I knew the risk I was taking when I started this. I have no regrets. I only know that you have to die in  order to pay for all of the hardship you and the Batman have brought on this city." Smoke started to form around the body of Phantasm.

"We didn't create all of these problems! We were trying to make this city a better place to live!"

"The only way for this city to find peace is when you all die." Then Phantasm disappeared under all the smoke. He reappeared behind Tim. "And you will die!"

He swung the sickle at Tim's head, but Tim had already ducked. Tim then swung out his foot at Phantasm's leg knocking him to the ground. Both of them quickly recovered, ready to continue. Tim aimed the laser gun at Phantasm once more. Phantasm split the gun in half with one swipe of his blade. Tim took that opportunity to punch him in the stomach. Phantasm stumbled backwards, but remained standing. Tim continued his assault on Phantasm, by kicking his head. That knocked Phantasm out. Seeing that he wasn't moving, Tim stood over the fallen foe. He took off the sickle that was attached to Phantasm's hand.

"Looks like you've failed to give yourself and this city its 'peace of mind'.

Tim raised the sickle over his head. Just then Phantasm moved, holding out his hand. Smoke was released from his hand and began to choke Tim. Tim stumbled backwards, letting the sickle fall to the ground. He was coughing violently, trying to catch his breath. The smoke had done its work. Within seconds, a passed out Tim Drake lay sprawled out on the rooftop. Phantasm reached for his sickle and reattached it to his hand. He then picked up Tim Drake and dragged him to the edge of the roof.

Phantasm held Tim out over the edge of the roof. Tim was starting to come around. The smoke was only effective for a short while.

"......uuuuugh....."

"Poor Tim, the first to go. Do not worry, I'm sure your friends will catch up with you soon enough."

"heh.......heh heh heh......ha ha ha ha..."

"Oh, so now we think its funny?"

Tim's skin once again turned deathly pale. He held his sides feeling the intense pain in his chest. He was barely awake, but he thought it was funny, going out this way.

"Well, the only thing left is to kill you. If you do not die from the fall, I am sure you will drown soon enough."

With that, Phantasm let go of Tim Drake.

"Hahahahahahahahahahaha!" Tim's laughter grew to a maniacal cackle that echoed until he embraced the water. Phantasm started to turn away, but another sight caught his eye. The Batmobile arrived, and stopped right in front of the major splash of water that Drake had caused. The top opened, letting Batman climb out and survey the situation. Batman looked at the water, then at the rooftop.

He saw the one who had killed Tim. A tall figure, dark and emboding. He was wearing a mask that created the appearance of a skull. His grey cape was loosely hanging over him, the neckline attached by a chain that hooked around a skull on either side of the cape. The cape's edges were torn, as if shredded by the sickle that was covering his right hand. The rest of his body was covered in black hiding his true form from the pale light of the moon. This figure stared back at Batman for a couple of minutes.

Without thinking of helping Tim, Batman fired the jets in his boots and flew towards the rooftop. The figure kept his stare on the Batman as the smoke enveloped his body. Within seconds, Phantasm was gone.