Everything

Martha told him everything she knew whether it was important or not. She was so eager to serve that she was given every shred of information she had in the hopes of any of it being useful. Once she was done, he was left with things to think on as he went back to his cell, and she went back to Wayne Manor. Cheryl led him back to his cell, a sway in her hips as she did so.

The Condiment wizard ignored her clear invitation; he needed to think. Not lose himself in debauchery no matter how pleasant it would be to do so. He sat in his cell thinking about how best to use the information. He had germ informed of a dozen events either going on or planned to happen in the future by the elite of Gotham. Not a lot of it was of use to him, but there were things he could use; he just had to think on it.

There were fashion shows, art competitions, and charity balls galore. Though none he could see would provide him with anything of worth. He had no need for anything they could provide. He would have to work on finding something material he wanted. For now, though, attention was his desire for those that saw and spoke his name, as well as his deeds, proving he was not the dead man from before.

How to do it, though he had to be careful, as he couldn't reveal that Arkham Asylum was his. As they would no doubt take it back and strip him of his lair. So how do you do it? He thought on it for a long while, the mad screams of his neighbors echoing in his mind as inspiration. It wasn't until he heard one of the madmen obsessed with art screaming how he would make a fine art piece out of his enemies' skins that he got an idea.

He waited a little while thinking the idea over again and again, but in the end it seemed sound, and so he waited for a bit, then called Cheryl over. "I find myself in need of a meeting with my doctor guard." The Condiment wizard said to Cheryl, who nodded her head in understanding knowing what he was truly asking of her without saying it straight out.

"Of course you do, Condiment wizard." Cheryl said, sighing to herself loudly before speaking again. "Alright, let's head out. Can't have you dying on me." Cheryl said in an exasperated tone, playing up for the prisoners and guards who had not turned. She then took him out of his cell and down the hallways. He whispered to her lair, to which she heard and obeyed.

Once in his lair, he began experimenting with his sauerkraut keaight once again, though this time on the material itself rather than its ability to be used for plant magic. It took a while and a lot of frustration as he tried to bend and stretch it to serve his whims, but eventually he got it to be what he needed. He looked at what he had created with his magic sauerkraut with pride and joy.

"This will be a surprise no one sees coming." The Condiment wizard said he then turned towards Cheryl, who was outside the door that led to his lab. "Minion! Come here. I require you!" The Condiment wizard shouted out towards Cheryl, who rushed in to obey. She stood before him eager to serve as any loyal dog; he could almost see the tail wagging in anticipation. The image was a good one; he thought to himself he might have to experiment with that kind of play later.

"Deliver this to Martha." Condiment wizard said as he pointed towards the table covered with the results of his recent experiment. "Be sure she knows to use what I give her for the event happening three days from now. It is incredibly important!" The Condiment wizard said to Cheryl, shouting the last bit to be sure Cheryl understood what she was being told.

Cheryl nodded to the Condiment wizard rapidly. She then shouted out. "Yes, master." After saying that she bolted from the room. Once she was gone, the condiment wizard looked to three plant women eyeing him in suggestive poses, wondering what he should do with them for the moment.