In Detective Comics #34 (November 1939), Bruce Wayne meets up with a woman whose brother had his face burnt away by a terrible ray… those pesky terrible rays. The mad is not The Question, but I thought he looked similar enough to the character created thirty years later that I would include it here.
While moody and dark, the story slips into the crazy – Batman finds himself inexplicably standing in a garden of flowers with, and I shit you not here, human faces.
I think so, Bruce. I think so.