I frown, glancing around the lobby. It's been nearly twenty minutes and I was still waiting for my father to fetch me from the security desk. Leaning back in my chair, I pull out my phone to change the humming through my ears. Another five minutes pass before a woman in a short white lab coat appears before me.

I glance up at her and find a toothy smile shining down at me. I pop out an earbud and send her a questioning look.

"Kimberly?" she asks me with a cheery tone.

I eye her badge and see that her department is labeled research and development—the same department my father works in. "Yes?"

Amanda, as her badge indicates her to be, holds out a visitor's pass and continues to smile at me. "Here's your visitor's pass. Mr. Miller sent me down to get you. He's in the middle of setting up his presentation," she explains.

I roll my eyes before standing to my feet and tossing my bookbag over my shoulder. It's only then that I take the visitor's pass and clip it to the strap of my bookbag. Without waiting for me to say anything, Amanda heads off into the direction of the elevator, her heels clicking on the tile as she does.

I hurry to follow, because more than likely Amanda is just like every other person my father's sent to get me from security. In a hurry and has no time to deal with some kid.

When I enter the elevator, she's already pressed a button and the doors are starting to close. It's only the two of us in the elevator and we stand on opposite sides of the elevator in silence. Soft piano music floats through the air as my eyes are glued to the digital screen ticking away the floors. When the elevator dings, indicating we've reached our floor, I step off but Amanda stays on.

I turn and raise an eyebrow at her. She gives me another toothy smile and gestures down the hallway. "Your father is in Lab 7b. I've got business to take care of on another floor."

The door closes on her and away goes another Wayne Enterprises lab assistant. With another roll of my eyes, I head off in the direction of the lab she told me my father was in. I'd been in Wayne Tech quite a few times to visit my father in his office. However, there were very few times I had been in his lab. He'd deemed it far to dangerous for a kid to be wandering around.

After a few moments, I locate Lab 7b and find the door propped open with my father speaking softly to someone inside. Not bothering to respect his place of work, I barge into the room and find my father talking with a boy I'd seen around my school. He's younger than me and normally I wouldn't have known his name. However, this boy had been in the papers quite a few times over the years.

Richard Grayson, also known as Bruce Wayne's ward, was sitting on a stool intently listening to my father explain something to do with his prototype machine he's presenting today. I'm not surprised that the boy's here. My father had told me about him being interested in his work and had been stopping by his lab to ask questions.

Seeing him interacting with my father so easily sent a stab to my heart. I wasn't allowed in the lab because it was dangerous, but a boy three years my junior was allowed to hang out whenever. My frown from earlier reappears on my face, but only for a moment because my father's face turns to me and beams brightly at the sight of me.

"Kimmy! I was wondering when you'd get here," he announces before turning away from Richard and giving me his full attention. My father maneuvers through his slightly disheveled lab and pulls me into a tight hug. Once I'm released, he bends over to my height. "How was school?"

My nose wrinkles from the question, which gives my father the answer he was looking for immediately.

"Mallory still bothering you?" he questions lowly, where Richard can't hear him.

I nod my head and avoid meeting his gaze, "She stole my uniform during PE today."

My father glances down at the wrinkled mess of a uniform I was currently wearing. After Mallory stole my uniform, I was forced to search the Lost and Found for something to wear. There wasn't a skirt so I had to settle for a pair of boys pants and for a top, I'd been unlucky enough to have to keep wearing my PE shirt with a zip-up hoodie over the top.

"I was wondering what happened to your clothes," he mumbles. He moves around the lab until he reaches a metal cabinet. He opens one side and withdraws a duffle bag. I watch as he sets it on the counter and starts withdrawing a pair of jeans, t-shirt, and sweatshirt. He places the bag back in the cabinet before turning to smile at me. "Here you are. Go get changed in the restroom down the hall. I'm sure you'll be more comfortable in clothes that are your own and that hasn't been sweated in."

I move around the lab to my father and grab the clothes off the counter, smiling up at him as I do. "Thanks, Dad. I'll be right back," I tell him before darting out the door and towards the restrooms I'd passed earlier.

It only takes me a few minutes to change clothes and stuff the other clothes into my bookbag. Once I'm dressed I head back towards the Lab and bust into the room.

"You were right, I do feel much better!" I announce as the door swings shut behind me.

However, my enthusiastic demeanor changes when I catch sight of my father being held against the wall with a gun pressed into his chest. My bookbag, which I had been holding by the handle at the top, hits the ground when the man holding the gun turns around. His face is shielded by a white hockey mask but hit does nothing to the dangerous chuckle that escapes him.

"Is this your daughter, Keaton?" he questions my father.

Dad looks at me, terror etched across his face. "Leave her out of this, Sportsmaster," he pleads. "She's got nothing to do with this."

However, Sportsmaster turns the gun he'd previously been digging into my father's chest to me. "I don't think so, Keaton. See, I think this little girl here is the perfect incentive for you to hand over the device."

My father jerks towards the man only to be slammed into the wall behind him.

My feet move closer unwillingly as tears spring to my eyes. "Dad?"

His eyes tear away from the man holding him to me. "It's okay, Kimmy."

Sportsmaster chuckles at my father. "There's no need to fill her with false hope, Keaton. You and I both know you are a dead man after tonight." Through his mask, I see his eyes glance towards me. "Hand over the device and I promise not to take your daughter's life."

My father looks to me before looking to Sportsmaster again. "I've told your benefactor several times that my device would never reach his hands. I gladly give my life to keep him from getting his hands on it."

Sportsmaster pulls the trigger of his gun, causing me to scream and drop to the floor. Tears trail down my face as he loudly shouts at my father. "But is it worth your daughter's life."

I look up and find that Sportsmaster had merely fired a warning shot in my direction. His gun is still trained on me as he holds my father up against the wall.

As I crouch on the ground with tears blinding my vision, I find myself chanting the same thing repeatedly. "Just go away. Just go away. Just go away." I begin rocking back and forth as I chant those three words.

"Kimmy?" my dad calls out a few minutes later. "Kimmy!?"

A hand touches my back and I flinch away, my tear-filled eyes turning to find the person that touched me. I wipe away my tears to find my father crouched on the ground smiling at me.

"It's okay honey. You sent him away. We're safe now," he informs me while stretching out his arms. "Come here. It's okay now."

I throw myself into his arms as tears stream down my face. I'd known for years that I had magic. My mother was magical, and her gifts had been passed onto me. She'd barely begun my training before she died and without any guidance my gifts remained untouched for the most part.

Sending that man away was the first time since her passing that I had successfully done magic. Every other time nothing would happen. I'd just repeat the spell repeatedly just for nothing to occur.

My father's hands smooth my hair as my tears flow down my face. "It's alright, Kimmy. Everything's okay. You did magic and I'm so proud of you. Your mother would be too," he mumbles into my hair as he presses a kiss to it.

I slightly pull away from my father and through tear-stained eyes, I find him grinning down at me. Before I can respond to him, the sound of glass shattering rings out. It rains over us and I use my arms to shield my face.

"Dad?!" I call out in a panic. "What's happening?" I look before me and find my father on the ground, blood pooling around his head. "DAD!?"

A shoot rings out through the air and a scorching pain erupts in my shoulder as something hits me. I fall to the ground as my shrill scream fills the air.

My knees are pulled up to my chest as I watch the man who introduced himself as Bruce Wayne speak with the police officer outside my hospital room. I'd never meet the man before a few hours ago, but I'd heard my father speak of him highly. Not many men are spoken of with such a high regard by my father.

Just when I thought I'd cried myself out, more tears spring up at the thought of my father. A sob gets stuck in my chest as the tears start to spill down my face. I tear my attention away from the millionaire and bury my face into the hospital pillow. As I release my sobs and tears, I feel my world falling apart around me.

My mother was taken from me and now my father was too. Both parents dead at the hands of horrible people in this world, leaving me alone in this world to navigate it on my own. I can't help feeling utterly defeated at the thought of living without them. Just when I thought my father and I were getting passed my mother's death, he gets taken just as violently and cruelly.

I'm not sure how long it takes me, but eventually I cry myself out and am left heaving for air from the sobs that racked my body. I eventually dig my face out of my pillow to find Bruce Wayne standing patiently by the window, staring outside where the city of Gotham bustle on like nothing's happened.

"I'm sorry for what has occurred tonight, Kimberly," Bruce Wayne comments softly without taking his eyes off the window. "Your father was a brilliant man but most of all, he was a good man. A good father to you," he tells me.

I don't say anything, mostly because I don't know what to say. Instead, I watch Bruce Wayne as he turns from the window and turns his gaze on me.

"Your father didn't want to worry you about his work," he informs me. "You lost your mother a few years ago and he didn't want to derail the progress you had made since her passing."

My eyes don't leave his face as he moves forward and grabs the baseboard of the hospital bed.

"He came to me a few months ago, concerned that a side project of his had gotten the wrong attention from the wrong people. He'd been contacted by a man that wished to use a device he had created for something sinister. His main concern was not his safety, but yours and what would occur if something where to happen to him," Bruce Wayne informs me.

He sighs and glances towards the door, which had been closed during my breakdown.

"Your father asked for me to take care of you, Kimberly," Bruce Wayne finally tells me.

My eyes dart up to reach his when he finally gets to what he wanted to say. His blue eyes are full of guilt as he looks into my own blue eyes.

"I promised him that nothing would happen to him so he shouldn't worry about who was going to take care of you," his eyes drop to where his hands are gripping the baseboard of the bed. "I broke that promise to your father but I'm promising you now that you will be taken care of, Kimberly. And that's not a promise I'm going to take lightly."

My eyes dance across the new room that I've been given at Wayne Manor. It had only been a few weeks since Dad's death and the lingering fact that I was now an orphan had been on repeat in the back of my mind the entire time.

The room that Bruce had given me at his manor was nice…. too nice. He'd gone above and beyond to transport anything I wanted from my previous home to the Manor and purchase anything new that I was lacking. A mixture of my old books, knickknacks, clothes, and furniture was mixed in with new furniture, books, and clothing.

Alfred, Bruce's butler, had offered to help me sort my room but I had told him I wanted to do it myself. That I needed to do it myself. Even though I turned him away every morning at breakfast, he would still offer the following day.

My eyes fall on a spell book that my mother once referred to often and I suppress the emotions threatening to bubble over. Objects across the room start to rattle as I feel my control of emotions slipping from me. Panic starts to overcome me as my control slips. My books start to float and the small rattle of objects across the room intensifies.

"NO!" I scream out, falling to my knees next to the bed. My hands grip my hair and tears leak from my face. "No, stop it!"

"Miss Kimberly?" a worried voice carries over the noise.

I start shaking my head, panic fully taking me over now that someone's in the room. "Please stop!" I shout, more to myself than the person in the room. "Please! I can't!"

Sobs start to form in my chest as my magic starts to rage out of control. Wind starts to pick up around me but arms circle around me tightly.

"Miss Kimberly, it's okay," Alfred's calming voice sooths. "Do not fear your emotions. Let them out."

My sobs escape and the flood gates holding my tears back break. I collapse into Alfred as the whirlwind picks up in my room. Only my sobs are heard above the roaring in my room.

"You shouldn't be afraid of your magic," Kent informs me as he watches me carefully from his armchair.

My permanent frown doesn't break as I glance up at him. "I'm not afraid of it," I tell him shortly.

6 months. It had been 6 months since my father died at the hands of Sportsmaster. The scar from the bullet that he shot me with serves as a reminder of that horrific day. No matter what I do the memories haunt me from that night. The image of my dead father is plastered to my eyelids and every time I close my eyes I see him.

Kent assesses me from his armchair, his eyes are narrowed and calculating me. "If you aren't afraid then why do you push it away. Every time a surge happens due to your emotions you shy away from controlling it. You have refused all training for your magic and from what I've been told, your spell books and journals have remained untouched since being relocated to Wayne Manor."

Bruce has been worried about my magic surging the way it had. Apparently he had consulted a few people in the magic community and they sent him in Kent Nelson's direction. We'd only meet twice before this and both times were Bruce explaining the situation with my magic and what he had observed. Today was the first time I'd been dropped off to discuss my magic with Kent alone.

My eyes dart away from the older man and focus on the fire brewing in the fireplace next to us. "I feel out of control when my magic surges," I finally admit. I pull my knees up to my chest and glance up at the man before me. "I want so badly to learn how to control it. When I first started getting the surges, I tried to learn how to gain control, but it seemed the more I tried to control it the more out of control it got. I just feel so helpless when it comes to my magic."

Kent releases a soft sigh. "You are not helpless, Kimberly. Did your mother ever explain to you the origin of your magic?"

My attention turns form the dancing flames in the fireplace back to Kent, who is smiling fondly at me. "She told me that most magic wielders were Homo Magi and that the magic is ingrained into their DNA. It's no different from being born with red hair. It's not something that anyone can help."

Kent's head nods as he listens. "Grace told you about Homo Magi, but did she ever tell you about your magic."

I feel my face contort to show my confusion. "I'm not Homo Magi?"

Kent gives a shake of his head. "No, you are not." With a sigh he grabs his cane and stands to his feet. "Follow me, dear."

The older man makes his way to the door and taps it twice with his cane before opening it. My eyes widen as I clamber to my feet. The foyer that I had entered through was no longer there. Instead a room full of stairs heading in every direction had taken it's place.

"What?"

Kent turns back and smiles at me. "The very foundation of this Tower is magic. It's not like anything you've ever seen before. Now follow me, I want to show you something."

I follow after Kent, leaving the quant little sitting room behind me. He continues to talk as we walk up the stairs and I look around at the puzzle that is created by the stairs going in all directions.

"Have you heard of the Lords of Order and Chaos?" Kent asks me.

I give a nod of my head. "My mom said that the Lords of Chaos try to throw the world out of balance while the Lords of Order fight them to keep it in balance."

Kent hums at my words. "A good explanation for a young one. She is correct," he admits. "But there is much more to the Lords than she told you. They are magical beings with power beyond anything a Homo Magi could hope for. They reign from somewhere called the void, which is like an air pocket between dimensions, and are millennia old. To hold themselves to the physical plane they have to have anchors."

"Physical plane?" I question.

Kent smiles down at me as he starts leading me up another set of stairs. "Yes. Like here. Our universe is a physical plane. The void isn't. There they can dwell and move about as they please. Their forms can't exist here for long without something tethering or anchoring them. Nabu, the Lord of Order that created this tower, has a helmet, the Helmet of Fate. For him to move about and interact, he has to have a host to inhabit."

"Like a parasite?" I ask, my nose wrinkling at the thought.

He chuckles at me. "Kind of. It's more like the host is being worn as a coat," he explains before holding his cane out to stop me from walking forward. Kent gestures towards a door on the platform we are standing on. "As I was saying, there is an exemption to the anchor rule. A Lord of Order that originated outside of the Void in a dimension called Gemworld. She was a Homo Magi that was gifted with magic beyond her peers. She wanted good to come of her magic and faced many that sought to steal her gifts, Lords of Chaos and their Agents. Thousands of years ago, this Lord of Order travelled through the void with the help of Nabu and took up residence in this physical plane. She sought to keep Gemworld safe from the Chaos her status was bringing it."

Kent opens the door and reveals a small garden room. Flowers of every size and color are in bloom along a pathway. Birds chirp in the distance as butterflies float pass.

"It's so beautiful," I comment under my breath.

I look to Kent to see him with his eyes close and smelling the fresh air the room is providing. "It is," he comments softly before glancing back down to me.

"I didn't bring you here to show you it's beauty," Kent comments. "There's someone that resides in this room that I would like you to meet."

My eyebrows nit in confusion. "Who?"

Kent uses his cane to point at a figure sitting on a bench along the path. "An ancestor of yours. She'll explain what your mother couldn't. Just know, she is not who you think she is."

"What-" I get cut off by Kent pushing me forward with his cane.

"She'll explain everything. Now go," he instructs.

I start down the path, only to turn back and find Kent has disappeared and so has the door we'd entered through. Taking a deep breath, I turn back around and follow the path to the woman waiting for me. When I reach her, the breath gets sucked out of my lungs and tears spring to my eyes.

The woman beams down at me with a familiar smile and before I can stop myself, my arms are around her. "Mom?"

The woman wraps her arms around me and returns the hug. However, when she speaks, I know it's not my mom. "I'm sorry, Kimberly. She's apart of me, yes, but I am not your mother."

I pull away immediately and send a questioning gaze at her while drying my tears. "What?"

She pats the bench next to her. "I am Amethyst and it's nice to finally meet you. If you have a seat we'll talk about what's going on."

I feel a presence near me and open my eyes to find Bruce hovering in the doorway of my bedroom at the Manor. It's been nearly a month since I'd meet Amethyst and my magic had slowly started coming under my control. I spent most of my time at the Tower studying and practicing my magic with Amethyst and Kent, but weekends were always dedicated to being in Wayne Manor with Bruce and Richard—or Dick as he insisted me to call him.

"I came to check in with you," Bruce informs me while leaning against the doorframe.

With a soft smile I stand to my feet and start clearing away my spellbooks. "I'm good. I was just taking some time to meditate. Amethyst says that in time it'll help me be able to channel more powerful magic, but for now, meditating is a good way to clear my mind."

Bruce nods his head. "I was talking to Kent and he said that you're thinking about becoming a hero. You want to help others."

I glance up at Bruce with another smile. "Yeah, I knew my mom did the hero gig on the side and after talking with Amethyst I decided it would be a good idea to get my feet wet before I take on the Amethyst mantle. Taking it on will cause all her past enemies to target me. Having experience fighting will help me in the long run."

Bruce sighs. "So, there is no changing your mind on this? You're going to be a hero?"

I glance back towards Bruce and nod my head. "Yeah, I mean. It's my responsibility to become Amethyst one day. Whether I want to or not, my magic is going to keep building and the enemies will come after me. It's better to get experience now and have the capabilities to fight them."

He releases a sigh. "Alright then, come with me. There's something I need to tell you."

Bruce turns and leaves the room without another word. I quickly dump my spellbooks on my desk before hurrying after him. He leads me down to his office, which is usually closed and off limits. I'd only been inside a handful of times in the 7 months I had been living in the manor.

"What do you have to tell me here that you couldn't have told me upstairs?" I ask as I follow him into the office.

He glances at me before grabbing a book off the shelf, causing it to slide open. "It's more of me showing you something than telling," he explains.

With confusion written across my face, I follow Bruce down the stairs behind his bookcase. The staircase leads us to an elevator and I turn even more confused to Bruce.

"What's going on? You're not locking me away in a bunker are you?" I question, seriously worrying about what's going on.

Bruce shakes his head. "No, I'm showing you my base of operations."

"I thought that was the top two floors of Wayne Tech Towers in town?" I try to clarify.

"My other base of operations," he explains further.

I close my mouth and decide to remain silent until Bruce finally shows me what's going on. The ride down is filled with the mechanical sounds of the elevator and Bruce keeping his eyes trained on the doors in front of us. When it finally stops and the doors open, my jaw drops at what I see before me.

A cavern has been dug out and transformed. Along one wall is a large monitor and before it is a large halo computer that I had seen in use a couple of times at Wayne Tech. Just beyond the computer is a giant showcase of Batman Kevlar. A railing runs across the cavern creating a lookover to further down in the cavern where a training mat is set up, a Zeta Tube I had only heard in conversation about from my father is set up into the wall of the cavern. Even further down in the pit is a platform of Batmobiles ranging from automobile to a plane.

I whirl around to see Bruce watching me carefully. "You're Batman?!" I exclaim.

He nods his head. "I am. Richard is the Robin as well."

I feel my emotions whirling around. Confusion is what stands out the most. However, unlike in the past when my emotions would take over, I start breathing in and out slowly. I allow my emotions to flood through me while keeping my magic in check.

When I feel in control of myself again, I turn to see Bruce watching me carefully. "Why tell me now?" I question.

"You have a lot of responsibility being thrusted onto your shoulders, Kimberly," Bruce starts explaining. "As you pointed out, you'll eventually come into your powers and enemies of the past Amethyst's are going to start appearing around you. I promised your father that I would take care of you. I promised you that I would keep you safe. The only way to do that is to prepare you for when you take the mantle of Amethyst. You're already being trained magically by the best. Now you need to be trained for combat."

"So Batman's going to train me?" I inquire. "Am I going to be another sidekick of yours?"

Bruce stands against the railing and gazes over his Batcave. "I am going to train you. I'm going to push you to your limits physically just like Kent and Amethyst are pushing you to your limits magically. But," Bruce emphasizes before looking at me. "You will not be my sidekick. Bringing magic into Gotham is not beneficial. When you are ready, you will help Kent neutralize magical threats to the world. For now, you will train."

Author's Note:

So...I'm back. I apologize for being gone so long. I promise, I am not taking down my previous work, Magik. At least not yet. When I get more into my rewrite, I'll probably take it down. However, for now it's safe.

Please know that this is a serious rewritten work of Magik. Kim's a bit different but still the same at the core. Kim was my first shot at writing a charater and with this rewrite I feel like I've done her so much more justice than my first attempt. So drop a review and let me know what you think of this new side of Kim.

Enjoy! I'll get chapter two up soon!

Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice or the charater Amethyst. I do own Kim's take on Amethyst however.