***Disclaimer*** I do not own any of the DC characters. Only my own original characters; however, I wish they were all mine!

A note for all my readers: I hit a wall. Yeah. I did. I created a marysue, and I need to tone that down. With the help of my buddy Skytail, I decided to go in a slightly different direction, so I'm going to alter the story a little, which will mean longer chapters and a more developed plot (at least I hope). It's for the best because now I have a really banging story in mind. I hope I don't offend or irritate anyone by doing this, but if I did…I'm sorry! You can pm me and yell at me all you want, but I found that I was losing motivation to write with the more problems I found in my plot and characters. I hope you like the new version of this story.

*** Original author's note***Well, I've been really into Batman lately, and this all started when I found out that there was an Asian batgirl. Moreover, the girl kicks ass! Now you see, I've always wanted to see an Asian lead in an AMERICAN comic book, but not just any Asian… a Korean Asian. Yes, I am Korean, and I have pride. This is what led to the birth of Kathy Ahn. Now, you see… Tim Drake is my favorite robin, so yeah, you know where this is going being Asian and all, my parents don't' like me to read comics, I sneak some, but still I'm not exactly 100% on all my information—I get everything from Google my friends. This is why if you don't hate me for going against Tim/Stephanie or Tim/Tam, I'd love for you all to read and offer me any advice, updates to the batman story, or reviews. Especially if you want to describe the different characters' personalities ;) Wow this is long… hmmm. ENJOY! And THANKS!

Chapter 1: Cruel Fate

"Mama it's not fair!" wailed the young girl as her brother began to take his things out of the car.

"Yes it is. I'm older," the young boy said in a nonchalant tone.

The girl was flabbergasted. She hated it when he used his age against her, and she knew that he knew it. "You butt."

"Kathy!" her mother scolded, but then she heard a light chuckle from her husband.

"John… doesn't encourage her," she warned.

The man continued to quietly laugh to himself, which only confused the two children. Why was he laughing?

"I-I'm sorry, but our little girl is so cute. Butt. Where would she learn that from?"

The mother let out a sigh, but she couldn't conceal her smile. "Alright. Alright. Daniel go inside now, we need to get home before the snow gets any heavier."

"Kay mom," the boy replied; he gave his mother a kiss, his father a hug, and he made sure to stick out his tongue at his sister, which she did right back.

After the young boy entered the house, everyone boarded the car again, but Kathy was still upset.

"Why does Daniel get to go play, but I can't?"

John chuckled again, "Gee, Sylvia, why can't our little girl go with her brother?"

"Maybe because she's too young to be having sleepovers, or maybe it's because it's at a boy's house," she answered, clearly amused.

John gasped dramatically. "That must be it!" his voice then got serious. "Kathy, I will never let you sleep over a boy's house. Never."

Sylvia couldn't contain her laughter. "She's 6, darling."

"Better stay that way. No boys are touching my baby girl."

Kathy was confused, "Why would a boy touch me?" John's mouth fell slightly agape. He definitely wasn't expecting that question. Sylvia made sure to hit his arm extra hard. "You see? This is what happens when you talk like that. You always get carried away when it comes to 'your baby girl'."

"That's because she is my baby girl." He mumbled under his breath. The woman rolled her eyes.

"Men," Sylvia said, clearly defeated.

"Sweetie, why do you want to go with Daniel so badly? You can play with us."

Kathy looked up at her father. "You and mommy are always busy, but Daniel is always home. He knows what I like to play."

"You could teach us," her father offered.

Kathy nodded. She had wanted to go with her brother, but her parents were trying so hard to cheer her up. She didn't want them to think she was unhappy with them, so she tried to show them that she didn't care about not going with Daniel; even if it was a lie. Sadly, most 6-year-olds are terrible actresses.

"John, why don't you pull over so I can sit beside Kathy." Kathy perked up a little. "Would you like that honey? We could play a game on our way home."

The young girl nodded and enthusiastically shouted, "Yes!"

Kathy's father smiled and started to pull his car off of the road, but he suddenly lost control when he went over a patch of ice. It all happened too quickly for anyone to do anything. The car was spinning towards a tree, and none of them could stop it.

The last thing Kathy heard was her mother screaming her father's name. Then it all went black.

When Kathy woke up she was in a hospital bed. She wasn't wearing her clothes anymore, just a scratchy hospital robe. Luckily, she still had on the locket that her mother had given to her. If she had lost that her mother would have definitely yelled at her.

The small girl tried to step out of bed, but she realized that her legs weren't quite accustomed to walking anymore. 'What happened?' she wondered. She hobbled over to a chair and dragged it into the bathroom so she could use it to boost herself up enough to see into the mirror. What she saw shocked her.

She had small cuts and bruises all over her face, but what really caught her attention was the large cut she had that started at the base of her lower jaw and extended out about an inch and a half, until it was right at the side of her chin.

"Cool." Kathy stood there admiring the cut on her face, and counting the number of stitches. She got to about the number five when her brother came in.

"Kathy? Kathy!"

"Yeah? What is it Daniel?" Daniel ran into the bathroom to see his sister looking at herself in the mirror.

"Kathy…" the little girl looked up to see that her brother had started to cry.

"Daniel?" slowly, she started to get off of the chair. "Daniel, why are you crying?"

The boy pulled his sister into a big hug. "Are you okay?"

Kathy was quite confused. "Uh…Yeah? I mean I have some boo boos, but I think I'm okay. Why? What happened to me?"

Daniel looked at his sister. 'She doesn't remember the accident,' he thought to himself.

"Kathy," he tried to say as warmly as possible, "You were in a car accident with mom and dad."

Kathy raised an eyebrow. "No we weren't."

Daniel paused before asking, "What's the last thing you remember?"

"Mommy picking us up from school, but Daddy wasn't even there."

Daniel sighed. "Kathy, that was over nine hours ago." Kathy began to go through the numbers in her head and realized that it was around midnight.

"Are you telling me the truth?" Daniel nodded. "So we were in a car accident." Daniel nodded again, and that was when realization hit the young girl.

Kathy put a hand over her mouth. "Where are they? Where are mommy and daddy?" Kathy felt herself getting anxious.

Daniel reflected upon his words before speaking. "Dad hasn't woken up from his surgery, but mom…" the boy began to feel fresh tears in his eyes. "Oh god, Kat, mom's gone."

The words hit the girl hard. "Gone? No. No! She's not! She can't be. You're lying to me! You're lying…" Kathy fell to her knees and began to sob while her brother rocked her in his arms.

"I know Kat…I know," he murmured into her hair.

"Why can't I remember? Oh, gosh…what will we do? What will we do without her?"

Daniel shook his head. "I-I can't answer that…" Daniel trailed off.

Kathy looked up at her brother. "And daddy?"

"He should be awake soon. He's okay. M-mom got the worst of it."

Kathy nodded and looked at her brother pleadingly. He knew what she wanted. The boy took the girl's hand and led her to their father's room, but they were surprised that someone was already in there. The two of them stood outside of the door attentively listening to the conversation going on between their father and his doctor.

"What did you just say?" asked John.

"I'm sorry sir, but your wife did not make it through the accident. She had massive amounts of internal bleeding…we tried our best, but it was too late."

The man stayed in silence for a moment. "And my little girl?" he asked.

"She had a few minor cuts and bruises, and she seems to have hit her head, but she is in rather good condition."

Again the man nodded. He was slightly relieved, but he still felt a growing hole in his heart. "God, Sylvia, I'm so sorry. I-I'm so…" he couldn't finish his sentence because his tears were now freely falling from his face, and he couldn't manage to speak.

"I shall leave you to your privacy, sir," said the doctor before exiting the room.

Kathy poked her head into the room and saw that her father had his head in his hands. She quietly walked towards her father, and gingerly put a hand upon his leg.

"Daddy?" the man looked up. For a moment he assessed her face, her bruises and the cut she had along her jaw, he had done this to her, but he thanked the lord that he hadn't lost her too. The man immediately reached out to the small girl and pulled her into his arms.

"I'm so glad you're safe," he whispered into her ear. He looked up to see his son was also in the room. The man extended his hand, and the boy took it.

"I'm sorry guys. I'm sorry about your mother. I'm sorry, so, so, sorry."

Kathy looked up at her father and kissed him on the cheek.

"We'll be okay," she said with her bravest face. "I know we will." However, as previously stated, 6-year-olds are terrible actresses.

I hope this is a better alternative to the direction of the first story. Well, enjoy!

p.s. don't be too upset with me