[This is -- this is really pushing the limits of her not shouting. She knows that he means well, at least she hopes he does, but -- she had a childhood of people pushing ideology down her throat, too. Granted, it was a more sinister sort of ideology that she was able to get away from, but...]

You just said that your childhood isn't something you'd push on someone else, but that's exactly what you're doing. Did the same man who raised you raise Damian, at home?

[Because she knows what his mother did to him, at least vaguely. They'd talked about that, bonded over it.]

Are you even giving him a choice here? He's just a child! He should be with children his age complaining about homework.

[She can't help the way her voice is raising, passionate and more than anything, concerned. For both of them, but whether Dick will hear that or not is up to him.]