"Oh thank God we don't have too much of that." She made a face. They got enough press as it was in this world. Carrie had spotted her face once on the biggest of Darke's fansites. The comments to that post had been both amusing and painful. Apparently, fangirls (and boys) hated it when their favorite part-time model spent time with a person of the opposite sex and could get pretty vicious.
"Mhm," she nodded sagely. "I led a wild life before I was taken in." Carrie didn't often speak of home. She missed it well enough but things were a lot better here. "I didn't get drunk when there was work to do." Which meant there'd been a decent chunk of her adolescence spent completely sober. Sad times. "He had a bat-breathalyzer made just for me." She was joking, of course. Bruce didn't need technology to help him spot a drunk. He had a sixth sense for that sort of thing, the bastard.