Chuck Vs. Superman
"Have you ever noticed how much Daniel Shaw looks suspiciously like Superman?" Morgan inquired, watching Chuck over a controller in Call of Duty. The curly haired, and not to mention taller, man turned around to eye his best friend over the controller. "What! He does!"
"Yeah, and Alexei Volkoff looks like James Bond, what's your point?" Chuck murmured pointing out the odd similarities.
"You know what else I noticed?" Morgan began speaking again, but Chuck tuned him out for the most part. "I noticed that your dad looks like Sam Beckett."
Chuck lowered the controller and looked at Morgan with narrowed eyes. "That guy from Quantum Leap?"
"Yeah! That guy." He used that opportunity to shoot down Chuck in the game and raise his kill count. "It's too bad Sam never made it home at the end of the series."
"Yeah," Chuck commented, his voice low as he listened to Morgan droning on. It was weird how much these people looked like pop culture icons, but who was he to say anything? He couldn't even count how many times women mistook him for Flynn Rider – a cartoon character, for heaven's sake. "You know, it is a little weird, isn't it? Maybe they're really celebrities, but they're sleeper cells in my life, y'know, protecting me?"
"Dude, lay off the cheese puffs, I was just pointing out a fact." Morgan replied, putting down the controller when he heard Sarah cough behind him. "Uh, Hi, Mrs. Bartowski. I'm sorry I interrupted your date night. So, uh, hey, if you had to choose – just to set the record straight – would you choose Batman or Superman?"
Sarah tapped a finger to her lip, clearly pondering all the answers to this posed question. "Batman. He's just a normal guy, orphaned by his parents, with no super powers, making a life as a crime fighter." She leaned over the couch and wrapped her arms around Chuck's neck from behind, kissing his hair. "Just like my husband."
"Vicki Vale," Morgan gasped, turning to leave the house. "Be gentle with this one, Chuck. Girls like her don't come around but once in a life time."
"Unless you're James Bond."
"You're not that cool at spying." He answered, closing the door behind him.
"Batman? Really?" Chuck inquired, staring up at his wife with a curious brown glance.
She smile softly. "Yeah, I had Superman. It turns out he's a real dick."
Based on a conversation I had with a friend. :)