Talia and Damian
"Perhaps I could," Talia murmured in reply, chuckling at his tone. "Your father is always telling me I could." How many times had Bruce tried to 'reform' her? Told her that she could live a life in Gotham? Or any society she chose. She smiled faintly at her son. "But as I've told him... I'm too old to change my ways now. I have too many bad habits."
'But you,' she thought, looking at him. 'You can still belong to this world, away from a world where you're surrounded by death.' She valued her training. She felt it important to know how to kill. She wouldn't have allowed Damian to learn the skills if she didn't think them important, but... She wanted him to learn something more too. She wanted him to have another option. The League of Assassins was hardly fond of diplomacy. Her father could play the political game, but it always came back to killing.
Sometimes it was just as important to learn when to stay a blade or reserve the poison.