Helena didn't really know why she was here in the abandoned subway station, nor why she was dressed like she was, but she was. Here in front of her was a man, she almost knew who he was. She could feel his eyes examining all of her, her sexy moto ankle
boots, the tight leather pants, the tee-shirt with no bra under it, the leather biker babe jacket and her huntress mask. She already know what was in the bag in her hand, a bottle of Honey and Jack and big box of Condoms.
"You Huntress?" he said.
"Yeah," she agreed, "You Punisher?"
"Yeah," he grunted.
"Look, I have something I am supose to do here," she was hesitent as the thoughts filled her mind.
"Whats that?" he asked.
"Well you, me, " she opened the bag and pulled out the bottle and condoms, "And these."
"You have got to be kidding me," Punisher smirked.
"That's what I said," Helena gasped, "But then..."
She saw the hardening buldge in his pants and she felt dampness in her own.