AN: Since my really nice reviewers all asked who Damian's Batgirl would be, here is my very New 52, totally Tomasi-inspired answer. This is my take on it, so you guys totally shouldn't take me too seriously, and really, Damian's Batgirl can seriously be whoever, lol.

Warning: totally New 52 and spoils in a way issue 20-23 of Batman and _!

The first thing Damian noticed when arriving at his weekly acting lesson was that his teacher was not in her usual state. The young woman looked a bundle of nerves, excited, nervous, a little sad, all at once. She was so distracted she didn't even give him the usual greeting and smile as he came in.

"Tt," The young man frowned with obvious disappointment and said, "Now Kelley, you are a talented enough actress; why can't you just apply your talents more diligently instead of wearing your heart on your sleeve all the time."

Carrie Kelley blinked at him and had to do a double-take on his latest strange remark.

"You think actors should be always acting, even in their daily lives?"

"Of course," Damian deadpanned, "So one does not reveal one's true colors all the time. Why would anyone need acting skills otherwise?"

Carrie laughed and pinched his cheek and somehow got away with it, much in the same way Dick Grayson could always sneak a full-body hug from him and not get run through by a blade. The young woman said, "Now then Damian, if that is true, why don't you apply your skills and act like a considerate, social being instead of the quasi-sociopath that you are?"

Damian shot her a very annoyed glance. "The only acting I do for you is for educational purposes, Kelley."

"Aww, I am touched," Carrie rolled her eyes, but quickly sobered. She ran a hand through her hair, before saying with a more serious voice, "Though we do need to talk about that. I might not be able to offer you lessons for a while anymore. I now have a great opportunity to pursue my own career, which I imagine will eat up most of my time."

"Which is what?"

"Remember that Superman vs. Batman movie I told you about?"

Now Damian looked very interested. "You got that Batgirl part?"

"Well no, not quite yet," Carrie admitted, "But the first couple auditions went very well, and I am now on the shortlist—a very short shortlist of three, actually. I have another month and some to keep impressing them. And don't say it."

Of course Damian said it away, "Tt, I told you so." A pause for a smug smirk, before he added, "Of course those martial arts lessons and the work-out regime I give you will further your career, why would you ever think otherwise?"

Carrie shrugged and said defensively, "Well, I was aiming for the more small-budget, drama film roles. Do you really see me as the blockbuster action film type?"

Damian raised an eyebrow in an eerie imitation of his father and big brother, "With your unfortunate family origin in the crime mobs of Gotham, your wits to rise from the streets, and your ability to master the small joint manipulation in just two hours? Well, yes. Do you really see yourself as a Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo actress?"

"Geez, aren't you just Mr. Sensitive. And classical plays take a lot of skills, even more so than most films, never mind all the dark scary moments in Shakespeare. By the way, I did 'the most chilling', to quote my professor, Unsex me here speech he had ever seen."

"Of course you did," Damian deadpanned again, "Why do you think I kept you? I can use a woman like Lady Macbeth."

Carrie gave him an amused look again, "I think that speaks more about your murderous tendencies than mine; at least I always know that I am acting."

"Do you really?" That almost looked like Damian making a face at her, before the teenager said, "Anyway, in light of your recent career development, I think we should increase the frequency of ours lessons. You need more training, an even more serious workout regime—"

"Kid, my workout regime is already Navy SEALs level!"

"—no it is not, you can't do underwater reconnaissance, yet. Hmm, good point, let me think about that. Still, you will definitely need to pick up some tricks to ensure you get the role. For example, watch."

With that he pulled out a birdarang from some hidden pocket inside his jacket and sent the weapon towards a flower vase in the corner of the room. The sharp blade of the birdarang cut off the biggest pink rose flower from its stem, before returning to Damian's hand.

"You have got to be kidding me," Carrie stared at him, "Are you secretly Robin or something?"

Damian smirked, "I am a billionaire's long lost son; of course I can get a few ridiculous toys." He walked up to the vase, took the fallen rose flower, and promptly tucked it beside Carrie's ear.

They stared at each other wide-eyed for a few moments, but before Carrie could even utter a single word the teenager clicked his tongue again, "Tt, so ugly. You are right, Kelley, your hair is indeed poison, clashes with everything. The Batgirl costume in that movie better be all black, or your hair will just murder it."

And Carrie could only pinch his cheek again.