You bet!

So you say nothing as she feels your firmness through her rubber-gloved hand, stroking it up and down while on her knees. Your panting gets slightly more heavy with her increasingly vigorous pace, stroking you much faster. She even started sucking on your balls, to be more effective in making you cum. "Are we enjoying this, Shadow?" you taunted. You simply breathed 'yeah...' as your reply. "Good boy..."

Her fingers are a gentle vise around your cock, milking you so fluidly and quickly. The smooth sensations of them, along with the pressure, was an interesting balance. You swore there were several times you thought you were gonna cum, but they only led up to the actual climax. But finally... "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" You could really feel the pressure building, your erection longing to burst.

Kitty grinned with hungry eyes as she finally saw your cock twitch and spurt out your semen, all over her face. Her face was coated with your seed, not that she minded that. She stuck out her tongue to catch some, like an ahegao slut, and nodded as she scooped more with her finger. "Very good, Shadow." She stood up and went to her desk to wipe her face clean with a tissue or a few. "You did an exceptionally fantastic job, Mr. Shadow. And I will examine this specimen if any diseases linger in your body."

"But..." Something didn't sound right about that. Your nanobots have always kept your immune system active, and kinda evolved it with everything they've assimilated. "But I--"

"Shush," said Dr. Katari. "When Batman put your nanites out of commission, you essentially broke down. In order to prevent this from happening again, I asked Ray Palmer, or Atom, to collect one. So to improve the quality of its programming, and improve you."

"You did WHAT?!" After she confessed, you were understandably mad at her; she had no business stealing your invention, no matter what the circumstances. You felt violated and betrayed! "I wasn't dead!"

"No, of course not," she soothed. "But with your nanobots deactivated, you could've contracted any number of illnesses on top of having your mind at risk, too." You huffed and kept your arms at your sides, and the doctor was preparing for your flu shot. She filled the cylindrical container on her gun-like device nearly all the way, and she approached you. Kitty cleaned a spot on your arm with an appropriate ****, and then injected the 'medicine' into your bloodstream.

"There now," she smiled. "You'll feel much better soon. I promise." Somehow, you doubted that as you left. After leaving, she went to examine your still fresh semen for any changes or improvements, as she would think.