"What. In Etrigan the Demon's hell. Am I wearing?"

John Constantine sat in a comfortable armchair in front of the fireplace of the house of mystery. Instead of the drab minimalist look from before, the house's interior was decorated with various festive lights and even a Christmas tree/Mistletoe. Constantine wasn't wearing his usual trench coat, instead sporting an extremely ugly hand-knitted Christmas sweater.

"It's the Christmas season," said a man in another armchair, "You gotta get into the holiday spirit."

"I would love too." Said Constantine, "But it's quite hard when you replaced all the whiskey with eggnog."

"Eggnog is amazing though!" said the man, "Just add nutmeg and you've got the perfect holiday drink."

"I prefer my eggnog mixed with alcohol." Said Constantine, "Just because you're not old enough to drink it doesn't mean I can't enjoy it."

"Fine!" said the man, pulling out a piece of paper and scribbling something on it. Seconds later, a bottle of whiskey appears in Constantine's hand.

"Bottoms up!" said Constantine, taking a swig, "So, what's the plan for this one?"

"Christmas carol, but featuring Mr. Allen." Said the man, "it was originally a trippy Christmas dream, but this is better."

"Really? Any scrapped details on the Christmas dream?" asked Constantine.

"Santa would have called Barry, and I quote." Said the man, "A pussy ass bitch."

"Hah!" said Constantine, "That's a good one!"

"I'm home!" said Barry, closing the door to the apartment.

"Barry!" said Forrest, "How was school?!"

"It was alright." Said Barry, sliding his backpack off, "I'm still getting used to Kirishima as a friend. It's only been a few months."

"It's good progress though!" said Forrest, smiling while sitting on the couch, "Today's work was murder, literally. A nasty body got pushed into the river. It was nasty."

"I'll probably be dealing with stuff like that when I become a C.S.I." said Barry.

Forrest smiled, "In other news, tomorrow's Christmas Barry. Wanna watch some classics? A Christmas Carol is on!" said Forrest.

"Sorry Forrest," said Barry, walking upstairs to his room, "I've got work to do."

"Work on Christmas Eve?" said Forrest, skeptical, "I don't think they'd assign anything over the break."

"I'm working on a personal project." Said Barry, "it's important."

Forrest frowned as he walked to the staircase, spotting Barry outside his room.

"Hey Barry," said Forrest, rubbing the back of his head, "You're not still stuck on…that case?"

Barry looked down at Forrest, "I'm going to crack it, with or without your help."

Forrest sighed, "I know Barry, but can't it wait? It's Christmas eve, you should spend it with your family."

"You're not my family." Said Barry, "My mom was, and I'm going to solve her murder."

Forrest stared up at Barry dishearteningly before sighing again and going back to the couch, leaving Barry to enter his room.

"Nora Allen, Nora Allen." Said Barry, typing away at his laptop, "Nora Allen Murder."

The article he had been poring over yesterday was the same as before, but Barry obsessed over every little detail anyway, trying to find a sign or a clue.

"God." Said Barry, "It's all the same, there's nothing."

Barry slams the Laptop shut, angrily sliding it aside before walking over to his notebook and jotting down a few notes.

*Yawn*

Barry yawned, clearly a little tired.

Maybe I should get more sleep instead of going over the evidence so often.

Barry yawned again, placing his head on his desk.

"I'll just rest my head for a moment, then it's back to work." Said Barry.

"Barry."

"Huh?"

"Barry, wake up."

Barry's eyes opened as he felt a presence behind him.

"Who is that?!" said Barry, whirling around.

Barry's eyes widened however when he realized who it was. It was a man he didn't think he would see again, a man he loved with all his heart.

It was Henry Allen.

"D-Dad?" said Barry.

"Not exactly Slugger." Said Henry, "But I took this form to give you a messa-"

Barry leaped out of his chair, tacking Henry with a hug, "I don't understand! How did you get out?"

"I didn't," said Henry.

Barry stumbled back, "What? Then how are you-"

"Because I'm not Henry Allen." Said the entity, "I'm the messenger."

"Messenger?" asked Barry, "Who sent the message?"

"You'll see." Said the entity, "For now, I'll give you the message."

Barry stood expectantly, taking a deep breath.

"You need to slow down." Said the entity.

Barry looked confused, "What?"

"You need to pay attention to the people around you, not let yourself get sucked into something that happened in the past." Said the entity.

Barry's brows furrowed, "I can't waste time on stuff like that, I have to help my real dad, get justice for Mom!"

"That doesn't mean you have to throw away your own life and hurt others in the process." Said the entity.

"How is helping my dad going to hurt others?" asked Barry, "Working on my mom's case is the best use of Christmas time anyway."

"Maybe," said the entity, "But are you happier doing it?"

"What does that mean?" asked Barry.

"It mean….bah, let me just show you." Said the entity, walking forward and touching Barry's temple with his finger.

"What the?!" said Barry, in an entirely new house, "Where am I?!"

Barry's eyes darted around, spotting various pieces of furniture and family photos.

That's an old couch, it looks like the one I used to sit on. That's Toy Story, one of my favorite movies. Wait! Is this?

Barry's eyes widened as he realized where he was.

"You're childhood home?"

Barry turned to find the entity, still looking like Henry Allen.

"Can you look like someone else?" asked Barry, "It's making me uncomfortable."

"Sure Slugger, in a sec," said the entity.

Barry began to explore his old home, revisiting old memories.

"Oh man," said Barry, "That's my old bedroom!"

Walking in, Barry found the bedroom as he remembered it. Draped in Flash Merchandise.

"Hey!" said Barry, approaching a small aquarium, "It's Whatzit, my old Turtle!"

The turtle swam around the aquarium, content.

"Hey," said the entity, leaning on the doorframe, "You're gonna want to see this."

Barry walked back through the door, entering the living room.

That's when he saw his mother.

Barry's eyes widened, shocked by the sight. The last time he had seen his mother she was a corpse on the floor. Now, she was perfectly happy, smiling as she read a story to a younger Barry.

"And then, Santa said, Rudolph with your nose so bright, won' you guide my sleigh tonight?" said Nora Allen, imitating Santa's deep voice.

"Mom!" said a young Barry, "What happened next?!"

"Well, after Rudolph guided Santa's sleigh with his big red glowing nose, all the reindeer loved him!" said Nora, "Just like I love you!"

Nora poked young Barry's stomach, tickling him while young Barry squealed with laughter.

"Hey, guys!"

Barry turned to find the real Henry Allen enter the room, "Santa Claus is coming to town is on, who wants to watch?"

"ME ME ME!" shouted younger Barry, racing past Henry.

"Ha!" said Henry as Nora walked up to him, "The little Slugger's still got some energy!"

"He's gonna have energy until the sun gives out Henry." Said Nora.

"Heh, that he will honey." Said Henry, pulling Nora into an embrace.

Barry looked on, smiling. He hadn't felt this good in a long time.

"This is how one should spend Christmas." Said the Entity, "With Friends, With Family."

Barry turned to the entity, "I can't."

"Why not?" asked the entity.

Barry looked back at his family, all gathered on the couch, "Because this whole family has been destroyed. My mom is dead, my dad is in jail. I don't have family to spend Christmas with. The only thing I can do is get justice for both of them. And stop looking like my dad, it's making me uncomfortable."

The entity sighed before touching Barry's temple, "Then I'll have to show you more."

The two reentered Barry's present-day apartment.

"Can you stop?" asked Barry before being taken aback, "You chose Kirishima?"

The entity, now taking the form of Barry's new best friend, shrugged, "You wanted something different."

"Sure, it's better." Said Barry, "But what are we doing back at the apartment?"

The entity walked into the living room, showing Barry in, "This way."

Barry followed the entity, finding Forrest sitting on the couch alone mixing alcohol with eggnog.

"Forrest?" said Barry, "Why are you showing me him?"

"Look at him, Barry." Said the entity, "You'll understand."

Barry turned to Forrest, taking a good look at him. Forrest slouched on the couch, frowning. He sipped his drink while watching a Christmas Carol, but he didn't seem very invested.

"He doesn't seem to be enjoying himself." Said Barry, "Why?"

"You're not there Barry." Said the entity.

Barry looked up, "What?"

"Barry, Forrest loves you like a son." Said the entity, "He wants to spend time with you on Christmas eve."

"Forrest is just my guardian." Said Barry, "He doesn't love me."

"Barry." Said the entity, "He moved halfway around the world for you. If that's not love, I don't know what to call it."

Barry looked back at Forrest, who sadly sipped his eggnog.

"I….I have to keep working." Said Barry, "I love Forrest, but my mom takes priority."

The entity sighed, "Then I have but one final demonstration."

Without even touching Barry, the entire room fell away, causing Barry to plummet into nothingness.

"AAAAAAAAAAGH!"

"OOF!"

After falling for what seemed like forever, Barry landed on his backside. Rubbing his hind end, Barry stood up. While there was solid ground beneath him, it was completely enveloped in fog. The Fog was so thick in fact, that Barry could barely see 5 feet ahead of him.

"Where are you?!" shouted Barry, "You said you wanted to show me something?"

"Come." Said a voice, "Follow my voice."

Barry, latching onto the voice, followed it through the fog. As Barry moved through, he noticed the fog slowly dissipating. Eventually, he arrived at a figure, cloaked in a hood.

"What, no disguising yourself as someone I know?" asked Barry.

"No.," said the entity, "I am in my true form, the cloak is simply there to prevent you from being scared."

The entity then gestures to a stone slab on the ground, causing Barry to realize something.

"I get it." Said Barry, "This is a dream with the plot of a Christmas Carol. You showed me the past, the present, and now the future."

The hooded entity was silent.

"Next, you'll tell me if I stick to this path I'll die." Said Barry, "This is my gravestone."

"No.," said the entity, "These are not your graves."

"Not my-" said Barry, "did you say graves?"

The fog suddenly lifted, revealing a massive field of graves stretching for miles and miles.

"If you do not right your path," said the entity, "you will not pay the price, the rest of them will."

Barry's eyes widened as he began to hyperventilate. Looking at the first grave, he saw the name etched into it.

Eijiro Kirishima.

"No.," said Barry, "NO!"

"They are friends and family." Said the entity, "Those you will love and lose. Some you know, some you will come to know."

Turning back to the entity, Barry grabbed the cloak and ripped it off of him, "WHO ARE YOU?! WHAT DO YOU WANT?!"

As soon as the cloak left the entity, Barry realized his mistake. Under the cloak was what Barry could only describe as a zombie, wearing a strange Black hero suit with lightning bolts coming off of it. As soon as Barry ripped off the cloak, the entity made an unnatural screech before grabbing Barry and lifting him into the air.

"AAAAAGH!" screamed Barry.

"I AM THE ANGEL OF DEATH WHO USHERS SPEEDSTERS TO THEIR FINAL END, I AM THE BLACK FLASH!" Shouted the entity, "DO YOU WISH TO DEPART EARLY?!"

"NO!" Shouted Barry, "I don't want to die, I don't want to hurt anyone with my goals, I just want to catch whoever killed my mom!"

The entity brought Barry closer to its face, causing Barry to stare into its milky eyes.

"DO YOU WISH FOR YOUR FRIENDS TO SURVIVE?!" Said the entity.

"Yes!" said Barry.

"THEN HEED MY WARNING BARRY ALLEN!" said the entity before throwing Barry into the sky, "OR IT WILL BE THE DEATH OF ALL."

"AAAAAAAGH" screamed Barry as he flew higher and higher into the sky.

"DEAGH!"

Barry grunted as his head shot upwards, drool pouring from his mouth.

That was all a dream, right?

Barry checked the time, 9 o clock, not too long before bed.

Maybe I should keep wor-

Barry stopped, reflecting on the dream he just had. Taking a second to think, he nodded before standing up.

"Forrest?"

Forrest turned around, seeing Barry carrying a plate of cookies and milk.

"Barry?" said Forrest, rubbing his eyes, "I thought you were studying."

"I decided it was more important to spend time with a family member." Said Barry, "Is a Christmas Carol still on?"

"Sorry Barry," said Forrest, "You missed it."

Barry frowned, looking down, "I'm sorry Forrest, I shouldn't have been so cold before. I didn't mean to upse-"

"Hey, it's ok Barry." Said Forrest, "And you know what, A Christmas Carol is great and all, but It's a Wonderful Life is up next. That's a real classic."

Forrest patted the spot next to him on the couch, to which Barry immediately jumped onto the spot, placing the cookies and milk down on the coffee table in front of them. As the movie started, Barry leaned over onto Forrest. While Forrest was startled by the action at first, he gradually put his arm around Barry's shoulder.

"I love you, Barry." Said Forrest.

"I love you too Forrest," said Barry, "Merry Christmas."

Constantine nodded his head, "That wasn't too bad kid. You're really starting to-WHAT THE BLOODY HELL!"

The man in the other armchair paused, realizing that Constantine had caught him drinking eggnog directly from the jug.

"What?!" said the man, "You didn't want any."

"I did," said Constantine, "Just not at the moment. Now I've got to rid the jug of your filth."

"Hey, that's a little too harsh." Said the man, "Lighten up you germaphobe."

"Maybe it's the alcohol talking." Said Constantine, "But I forgive you."

"Oh, Thanks!" said the man, "That's the first nice thing you've ever said to me."

Constantine chuckled, "Bloody C*nt.", before leaning back into his armchair

"And we're back to square one." Said the man before looking into the fire.

"That's it for today folks," said the man, "What's your favorite Holliday Movie?"

Constantine chuckled again, "Die Har-"

"DON'T. SAY. IT." Said the man, "I've heard that joke more times than Genghis Kahn has had sexual intercourse."

Constantine smiled, "…..DIE HARD!"

The man looked like he had blown a fuse, "SON OF A-"

Hey friends! This holiday chapter was something I completely forgot about, but I think I managed to make something fun. I think it's better than the Halloween chapter, but I'll let you be the judge of that. I'm also going on a bike trip from the 19th to the 28th. I might be able to bring a laptop, but no promises.

I also didn't expect so many people to have such a positive reaction to the comedic scene last chapter. Expect more of that during the camp arc!

Reviews:

DCDGojira: The intros are all pretty cool, especially with how much they remind me of Young Justice. I might not use all the titans you gave teasers for, but some of them have gotten me invested. I'm particularly interested in Hawk and Dove. Arsenal is also a character I love (I'm still salty Tom King killed him off in Heroes in Crisis.) and I might tackle his drug addiction (It's a fairly well-represented character trait in the comics.) I also love Crimson Fox's opening!

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Issei: Sorry Friend, this is a T rated fic, no lemons. :(

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Vault Hunter: Snyder's Batman run is something I would unironically write an essay on. I love it that much.

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Next Chapter: Study and a confession.