But I was doing dishes (sphagetti!), and the dialogue started forming itself, like some half heard conversation on a bus.
So, yeah, here's my teeny, barely-a-fic c/a conversation crossover with Superman. Please don't feel you have to read it, since I more or less wrote it for myself, to see if I could.
“Was that a grunt?’
“I did not grunt. I don’t grunt. Vampires don’t grunt.”
“So how’s your arm?”
“My arm is fine.”
“Because we could stop and I could take another look at it if you wanted.”
“You wrenched it pretty good, as I recall-“
“But then what do you expect when you’re dangling from a pole twenty stories above Metropolis, trying to outhero Superman-“
“-just to see who has the biggest…flap? Your coat or his cape.”
“You were in danger! Or would you have preferred the Ka’ash demon drop you those twenty stories?”
“Oh, whatever champ! Superman caught me at ten stories while you were still dangling upside down, trying to pop your shoulder back in.”
“That freak’s a menace.”
“Excuse me? To who? I didn’t see the crowd complaining.”
“And neither were you.”
“Cordelia, if you were any closer to him, you’d have been a tattoo on his chest.”
“Don’t be sil- hey, do you think he has any?”
“I don’t know, why don’t you ask him?”
“Didn’t get a chance, the second that reporter pulled up, he wasn’t paying attention to anything I was saying.”
“I have one.”
“A tattoo. I have a tattoo. Remember?”
“I know you have a tattoo, I’ve pulled enough bullets out of it, I could describe it in my sleep.”
“Did you think I wouldn’t be able to save you? Is that why you reached for him first?”
“Angel, I reached for him first because I was closer to him. Besides, that demon was going to tear up whoever grabbed me. He could take it, you couldn’t.”
“So you did it to save me?”
“What do you think, dumbass?”
He reaches for her hand, holding it tightly and glancing sideways at her with a look that makes her chest tight.
“I think I like you too...dumbass.”
Apologies to DC and ME.