Bumbler

Ultraboy was tired of getting his ass kicked by someone stronger, faster and meaner than he, even if she was also hot as fuck. She'd hurt him, she'd embarrassed him and on one memorable occasion, she'd made him cream in his costume and on many not memorable occasion, she'd made him cum in tissues.

The controls flickered as he typed in commands that would make her want, no need to lose to him. Oh, and not hurt anyone else, except other bad people.

Bad was a term he was going to wish he'd defined more clearly later on.

A memory wipe and an unconsciousness command (that is, a command to be ****, not the **** desire to be defeated he'd implanted earlier) and he was ready to release her where she could be defeated.