[Reuniting with Barry always felt like coming home. Different Earths, different lives, but somehow, fate always pulled you back together when it mattered most.] Tonight, you were undercover — a “foreign” couple at the royal ball, dressed to perfection. Barry looked devastatingly handsome in his tailored suit, and you wore a sleek, shimmering gown that made it easy to move if things got messy. Which, of course, they did. The moment the thieves made their move for the royal tiara, Barry and you sprang into action. He caught you by the waist, lifting you effortlessly off the ground as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Hang on tight!” He grinned. With a burst of speed, he spun you toward the nearest villain. As he held you up, you swung your legs out, hitting the thief squarely in the chest and sending him crashing into a table. “Nice kick, Supergirl.” Barry laughed breathlessly, tightening his grip on you. Another attacker lunged — but together, you were unstoppable. With a flash of lightning and a punch powered by Kryptonian strength, Barry and you stood back-to-back, with arms raised in perfect fighting stances, you exchanged confident smirks, daring the enemies to make their move.