Intro: Gotham was always a violent crime ridden city. One night however a young boy was forever changed when he saw his parents gunned down before him. He was transformed into the Batman. But what if the Batman never came to be? What if that boy's parents were never shot? What would the world of Gotham be like then?
DC Elseworlds: War
Prologue
"I'm making my way to the top!" exclaimed Harvey Dent, Gotham's District Attorney, "Soon I'll own this entire town!"
He was running for mayor. He was leading the polls by over 40 percent, and he was considered a shoo in to win. The general public of Gotham viewed him as being one of the least corrupt politicians. This was great for the elections. He also had several major crime lords funding him and blackmailing his opponents. He was indeed very far ahead in the race.
He was standing in his office, a huge grey room that was inside the Gotham Courthouse. Being in charge of every prosecutor in the city, as well as having power over private law firms, had given Dent the power to decide the outcome of nearly every court case there was. This had made it easy for him to get contacts in the criminal underworld, as well as contacts high in the government.
He smiled at his fiancé, Gilda. She smiled back. She was happy when Harvey was happy, and she knew that their already good life was going to get much better once Harvey became mayor. She was unaware of his criminal connections; something that he felt didn't need to be shared with her, though she did suspect that he was getting money from sources other than the ones she was aware of.
The phone rang. Harvey picked it up.
"Mr. Dent, there is a man here to see you. A Mr. Napier," said the voice of his secretary.
"Ah thank you dear," he said. He hung up the phone and turned to Gilda, "Well dear, I must be going."
And with that he left the room. He made his way down the steps towards the entrance lobby. When he made it there he saw a man in a trench coat.
"Ah Mr. Napier, it's a pleasure to meet you at last. After all you've done to help my campaign, I'm glad I'm finally able to meet you in person," said Dent.
The man in the trench coat chuckled.
"You should've listened to me Harvey."
Harvey looked at him in surprise.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"I told you not to take money from them, but you did anyway. Did you think I wouldn't find out?" asked the strange Mr. Napier, who suddenly started laughing, "Well the joke's on you!" he shouted.
He grabbed a flask out of one of his pockets and threw its contents onto Harvey's face. Harvey started screaming, the pain was searing, and his eye was burning. Whatever was in the flask had started eating away at his face.
Mr. Napier took off heavy coat to reveal a tight fitting purple jacket, pale white skin, and a head of wild green hair. He looked like a cross between a serial killer and a clown.
He began laughing.
