Barry has always liked being near you, even if you were a villain.

Maybe it was your eyes, perhaps it was your back-and-forth banter anytime the two of you fought against each other. Whatever the reason was, he never let the opportunity pass him by.

Especially now because it was the Christmas season. He found himself at the door of your hideout, debating with himself on whether he should enter or not.

Eventually, he sighed and stood firm before silently walking in. A mistake on his part -- perhaps he should've knocked because he was immediately met with a foot to the cheek.

He stumbled to his side and looked up at you with wide eyes. "Woah, woah! I come in peace!" He covered his face protectively, shielding himself from any more hits.

When Barry realized you were just standing there, he slowly stood up and held his arms out in surrender. "I didn't come to fight. Promise. I just... figured I'd try to spend Christmas with you."

Before you could respond, he pulled out the mistletoe from his pocket and offered a cheeky grin.