Carrie had expected the opposite. Not having given marriage much serious thought, she'd come in figuring you just talked to a priest and got it done. Apparently not. "You've been a superhero too long," she responded. "Not everything is fight to the death."
She looked over the form as Dick filled it out. Iris came closer with Barry tagging along. They looked very curious. "Did you say superhero?"
"Oh. Yeah." Carrie grinned. Normally it was an unspoken rule that even though their identities weren't exactly secret, they didn't talk about superheroing to civilians. That was how Carrie operated, at least. Carrie liked the old couple enough. "Both of us," she lowered her voice a bit, "It's a secret, though. So shhh." She brought a finger to her lips.
Carrie leaned into Dick and spoke into his ear. "I don't normally go around telling people we fight crime, but I kinda want them to have stories to bring back home to their grandkids." A pause. "If they have grandkids." She turned to the couple, "Just curious, do you guys have grandkids?"
They glowed a little with pride, "Seven."
"Wow. That's... a baseball team?" Carrie thought for a moment. "Football?" She shrugged. "It's a lot of kids, is what I mean."