He plots

Condiment Wizard was back at his cell once again, thinking about all the information he had and the possibilities currently open to him. The mad delusions of the ranting madmen around him were filling the air and his ears. The ideas came and went as time went on, then one of his fellow inmates ranted about something unique. He ranted about fear, about its importance, and about how it would spread throughout Gotham.

Condiment wizard thought on what the man said, his mind turning over the idea. You did not have to hurt anyone to make them afraid. You just had to make them think they were in danger that the monster would get them if they did not flee in terror. "Yes, that's what I need: a plant of terror that will make the city tremble at its might." Condiment wizard said to himself.

The idea was planted in his mind as he went over it again and again in his own head. He found the idea better each time he thought of it. As it would allow him to put terror into Gotham at what his magic could create and respect for him for being able to control such creatures. He wouldn't even have to do that much; his plant monster taking over a small part of Gotham would be the rest into fear of his might.

Though how to go about creating such a thing, he thought on it for a long moment and realized what he needed to do. "Cheryl's here now!" The Condiment wizard commanded to catch up in his plan to realize that barking orders out and being obeyed would give everyone a good idea that something wasn't what it seemed when it came to who was in charge of Arkham.

Luckily Cheryl was able to try and maintain the facade. "Yeah, yeah, madman, what do you want? You going to tell me how you going to destroy the world by flooding it with ketchup and mustard?" Cheryl said, trying to be as dismissive as possible to cover up for the fact she had rushed over when he told her to. The Condiment wizard ignored her words and gave her simple instructions on who to pass on his orders to.

She listened, of course, memorizing every word. Once she got it all, she walked away from his cell. "Alright, mad rant condiment wizard, you need to work on the delivery though to be as good with mad ranting as the rest of the psychos here." Cheryl said to be as dismissive as possible to cover up that she was doing whatever he told her that the others couldn't hear.

The Condiment wizard sat there in his cell, his mind turning over where to unveil his plant monster. As they say, location was very important. He thought on it for a long while, thinking of every location he could think of within Gotham, and didn't come up with much. That was until he remembered one location, Gotham Woods; it was perfect for what he wanted. It would be a powerful image when the people of Gotham realized the danger.

As Gotham Woods was at the edge of town and wasn't all that big. A giant plant monster appearing there and moving towards Gotham proper would seem as if nature itself were declaring war on Gotham. This time he would have to be there, no pretending to be a docile prisoner at Gotham; he could not miss this one as he had missed the Fishman Army. He would have to get with those left of the fisherman's army now that he thought about it.

He shook his head. "Later for now the big plan." Condiment wizard said to himself. The materials he needed would be there; the orders he gave to gather what he needed would be followed. They would no doubt need a day or two to gather the required materials, but he would have it. So when he got to Gotham Woods, he would provide the last of the needed ingredients and unleash his creation upon Gotham.

It would be glorious, and the entire Bat family would no doubt be mobilized to stop him. It would be a grand battle that he would lose, but it would be a loss that none would doubt the glory of. It would be a battle that no doubt echoed around the world as his earlier ketchup and mustard cloud battle had. He was giddy with anticipation at the awe he would receive and once again prove he was alive and not the man who died listening to a clown's laughter.