About this game
Gotham’s rogues gallery never looked this... accommodating. The setup is pure Arkham fever dream: Ivy, Harley, and Selina decide the best way to break the Bat isn’t with a giant plant monster or a mallet, but with a coordinated, multi-positional assault on his, uh, resolve. You’re not playing Batman so much as you’re a very fortunate fly on the wall of a very sticky trap.
The art is deliberately sketchy, like a storyboard that got a little too personal. It’s unpolished in a way that feels intentional, almost like a fan comic found in a locked drawer at Wayne Enterprises. Harley’s pigtails bounce with a manic energy that’s perfectly captured, while Ivy’s detached, scientific curiosity about the whole affair is a nice touch. She’s not just participating, she’s taking mental notes. Catwoman, though, she’s the real director here, that sly smirk never leaving her face as she guides the action. The oral sequences are messy and enthusiastic, and the transition to a deeper, more anal-focused finale feels like a natural escalation of their villainous teamwork. Gordon is there too, but honestly, who’s looking at Gordon?
A weird thing happens with the sound. There isn’t any, obviously, but you can almost hear the specific cadence of Harley’s giggle cut off by a sudden, muffled gag. The lack of polish actually helps sell the raw, frantic energy. It’s not about a smooth, airbrushed fantasy. It’s about the chaotic, slightly unhinged reality of three super-criminals finally getting one over on the big bad bat in the most humiliating way they can devise. The cumshot mechanics are generous, let’s say. Almost too generous. It makes you wonder about Batman’s hydration levels. The whole thing feels like a secret file Batman would delete from the Batcomputer, then immediately restore just to torture himself.