Batman’s out doing his broody gargoyle thing while his sidekick gets the cave all to himself, and wow does this version of Robin know how to multitask. Catwoman purring against a console, Harley bouncing on his lap like she’s testing the tensile strength of spandex, and Ivy just… lurking with that smile that says photosynthesis isn’t the only thing she wants to pollinate. The whole setup feels like someone raided a DeviantArt favorites folder from 2009 and said yeah, let’s make that playable.
Art’s deliberately rough. Not sketchy in an artistic way, more like the creator stopped giving a fuck three anatomy studies in. Catwoman’s tits have that weird gravitational pull where they’re simultaneously perky and saggy, which honestly fits the fever dream logic of the thing. Right click menus are your main interaction, cycling through poses and states of undress that remind me of those old Flash dress up games where you’d accidentally make Barbie spread eagle and your dial up froze mid load. Except here it’s intentional, and Ivy’s vines are doing things that’d make her comic book creator choke on his chlorophyll smoothie.
Robin himself is a non entity. Literally the least horny dude in his own sex scene, staring dead eyed through the whole thing like he’s already thinking about his report to Batman. “Yeah Bruce, the cave’s secure. No, no intruders, why do you have that look.” Speaking of, the parody aspect is so paper thin it’s basically tracing paper. Harley says some vague quips, Ivy mentions plants in the most clinical way possible, and Catwoman… actually wait, does Catwoman even talk? I sat through three cycles and I genuinely can’t remember. The sound design is just clicking and the occasional squeak of what I assume is a leather couch.
There’s this one moment where Harley’s animation loops wrong and she teleports three inches to the left mid bounce. Peak comedy I didn’t expect.
File’s sitting on Patreon through bambook, runs in browser (the link’s a Google Drive thing, no install needed), and the whole experience is like finding a sticky magazine in the woods. You know it’s trash, you know someone probably cranked it out in a caffeine fugue, but there’s a honesty to it. No pretentious VN dialogue about feelings. Just Robin getting a pelvic workout from three women who’d canonically not waste their time on him while the Batcomputer probably logs everything. God I hope someone’s writing a sequel where Alfred walks in.
