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A/N: This is the darkest thing I've ever written. It also fucks around majorly with comics canon, so…yeah. Be aware.

Karen's mom was a slip of a woman. Like a piece of frosted steel, Karen always thought. Sharp and strong and colder than a night out on the moon. She'd check her guns there at the kitchen table, Karen and Josie and Kathy looking on.

"Keep a close eye," she'd say, lip curling up at the corner, exposing her white weasel teeth. "One day I'll need someone to carry on the family business."

Josie liked finger painting and Kathy learned languages. Sometimes Karen opens the newspaper and finds some art exhibition with her sister's face attached to it. She wears hipster glasses now–horn-rimmed, expensive seeming, and the kind of smile that people wear after they've survived something terrible. Kathy's in Ankara, translating Hittite texts for a museum.

Karen hung up her mourning clothes the day after their mother's funeral and burned her mother's correspondences. She thought, then: no. Nobody else is going to hide in dark corners and snuff out lives. I'm not that kind of girl.

She walks in Matt's wake, picking her way through Hell's Kitchen, its dark, dripping corners. She finds them: five men, all unconscious. The human traffickers that Matt's been tracking for the past two weeks.

(It wasn't just guns; it was her mother's overpowering presence hovering behind Karen's right shoulder, pointing out lines of code. It was learning to slip between firewalls and crack open computers so that their secrets poured out into her hands.)

She shoots the first one before he wakes up. A kindness. The second cracks open an eye and she kicks him in the face before finishing the job. The third and fourth are groaning, and she can't stand it; she finishes them before she has to think about the pounding in their heads, how bemusing it is to crawl out of unconsciousness and find yourself in a changed world. She can't afford to show empathy.

The fifth hisses out a breath. "Bitch," he rasps, struggling to sit up. "You fucking bitch–"

Karen kneels in the muck, yanking him close. "This is a kindness," she says.

He blinks at her. She can hear the congested sound of his breathing, a sure sign of broken ribs. Jesus, Matt. Sometimes she worries that his anger is even more dangerous than hers.

"This isn't for you, I want you to know that," she tells the trafficker. "But I also want you to know that it's better than what would wait for you in jail."

She pulls the trigger; the slaver's eyes go wide, go dull, and slowly close. Karen smiles because there's a scream working its way out of her throat and she can't afford to alert anyone. She smiles and grinds her teeth shut against the sound.

She gets up after a few minutes. It's a dark night and it's started to rain. The droplets soak through her thin cotton blouse and run down her face. It's good she didn't wear mascara. She'd look a fright.

She walks home and places the gun in its usual place under her pajama things. Crawls into bed and hugs her knees, thinking about Matt and Foggy, Matt and Foggy, Matt and Foggy. If she concentrates hard enough, it's their laughter she'll dream about, and not the dying light in that criminal's eyes.

It takes a few weeks of cleaning up after Matt, a few more dozen evildoers down, before the news starts calling her the Punisher.

Karen thinks that Matt suspects, but that worry is nothing to the cold, undeniable knowledge that her mother would be proud.

PUNISHER!KAREN HOLY SHIT

I'm not the OP but wow. WOW.

I'm glad that was sufficiently disturbing! She's such a fierce character even in canon. And I started to wonder: how does she know so much about guns?

WHHAAAT THAT WAS AWESOME. (not OP but HOLY SHIT YES)

Thanks! <3

I'm in awe, punisher!Karen is now what I need in my life all the time always and forever. You've ruined me

Aw, shucks.

(Seriously, though: how amazing would Punisher!Karen be?)

HOLY SHIT YES
Fuck this is so cool. Man I love it it's so conflicted but cold-blooded and I wonder what Matt thinks and man oh man yessss. You oughta turn this into a series on ao3 if you wanted I mean.

Thanks, I'm glad you liked it! I don't have an AO3 account, however. I keep meaning to get one.

(Matt totally knows something is up, by the way; but Karen was raised by a hitwoman and she's pretty good at covering it up. Matt goes to Father Lantom and is just like, "I'm pretty sure one of my best friends is the Punisher," and Father Lantom seriously considers retreating to a monastery and taking a vow of silence)

lololol poor father lantom!

OH MY GOD

*continues screaming internally*

I love Karen telling the criminals that this is a kindness, and worrying about Matt's anger, and trying to will herself into dreaming of Matt and Foggy instead of the people she kills. You managed to pack so much good stuff into this fill and it is incredible.

Thanks! She's such a fascinating character to write in any case.

im op, and OHMYGOD THANK YOU!!!! yes this is what i wanted, exactly (even tho i know nothing about the comics)

'this is kindness' oh i just love this line, because yes this is what i expected of karen, you wrote her so complex and dark but still as herself (and you included matt and foggy, i just love that)

bless you, i love you, you're the best

Aw, it was my pleasure! I like writing scary warrior women. Glad you liked it. :D

A STANDING OVATION FOR YOU, AUTHOR!ANON

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