No he does not

The Condiment wizard spent a long while gazing at the gift his fan had sent him, feeling the magical power throbbing within it. His mind conjuring images of all the different things the object he held could do. As the nature of its form hinted at black magic, the rather random nature of magic meant that the form of the object he held might have nothing to do with the magic it could cast from inside itself.

So he was left to daydream about all the potential spells that could be cast. "Oh, what wondrous magic do you hold for the condiment wizard? Oh, what do you hold indeed? The condiment wizard said to himself with a pompous air, which was his best attempt at grandeur. Which was a good one, all things considered, though he was stopped from continuing on his rant by a guard that was approaching his cell.

"Hey condiment wizard, time for an appointment." The Arkham prison guard said simply to the condiment wizard, who nodded that he had heard. Condiment wizard quickly hid his gift in his prison sleeves so he could bring it with him to his appointment. Luckily the guard hasn't noticed as he had been distracted by one of Condiment Wizard's neighbor cellmates acting up. The quick distraction giving him more than enough time to shove his idol wand into his long sleeve.

"Let us be going, guard! I have a schedule to keep!" The condiment wizard said with a voice that radiated smugness as the condiment wizard was trying his best to sound like the stereotypical arrogant wizard. The guard that had been sent to get him that while cautious of Condiment Wizard, as recent events had shown, Condiment Wizard was more dangerous than anyone thought, the guard still rolled his eyes at the madness he had to deal with from the inmates.

Dr. Young, meanwhile, waited in her office at Arkham for her master condiment wizard to show up, going over results from her latest test. Though she wasn't finding anything new, just looking over things she had already seen out of nervousness. As while she had gotten out clean from the failed plan, she hadn't escaped the fact that she had failed. So even though she could continue to serve her master, it might not matter as she hadn't been there to help her master in his casting of his grand spell, and though it's doubtful she could have helped against the Justice League. That doesn't mean she was off the hook for not being there for her master when he needed her.

So Dr. Young found herself going over the same test results she had gotten from mixing her master's magic ketchup and Mr. Freeze's special biology. She didn't find anything new in the report, though it was helping her nerves as her master closed in, and she would soon know her fate with the man who had become the very reason she drew breath. The truly horrible part for her was she didn't even know how exactly she failed.

She knew that Master had been defeated with Nora some time after she had been iced, but not too many details of what happened exactly. So she wasn't even entirely sure of the true nature of her mistake: was it that she had allowed Nora to betray her, which led to her master's downfall by some mistake she made when fighting by his side, or was it that she hadn't improved Nora enough for the battle that happened with the Justice League?

For a perfectionist like Dr. Young, not knowing how exactly she had failed and how she could do better was stressing her out greatly. Which was why usually she would have grabbed Nora from her cell and interrogated her about what exactly had gone wrong. So that she could know how to perfectly amend with her master. Sadly, she couldn't do that as Nora was being kept under lock and key at the moment due to the most recent incident.

As Nora's unique biology allowed her to be always constantly pumping out cold, which was not as powerful without a suit to focus it, it was still a problem. So for now Nora was off the table, and so she would have to make amends for her failure with the master, risking his utter rejection of her. Which was unacceptable, as she was his minion; she had no reason to exist but to bend others to his whims.

The stress of the whole situation was getting to her so much she actually wished for the Warden to visit her so she could **** the worthless worm to make herself feel better. Sadly, he was too busy dealing with the press, who were asking very pointed questions about the magic clouds allowed to be made above Arkham Asylum's skies. The questions of the reporters wouldn't go anywhere, but the warden still had to deal with them, so she was left without her stress ball.

Though her stressful line of thought stopped as the door to her office opened and her master walked in behind his guard escort. The guard proceeded to chain her master to the floor before looking to her on what she wanted him to do next. "You may go now; what happens next is confidential between doctor and patient." Dr. Young said coldly to the guard, who nodded simply and walked out of her office.

Dr. Young looked to her master, who was looking at her with a proud smile on his face; she matched his proud smile with a hesitant one of her own. "Master, I'm happy to see not finishing the spell has not dampened your spirit." Dr. Young said in a small, hesitant voice before speaking again. "Though master, I must ask what is my punishment is for my failure." Dr. Young said in a louder and firmer voice.

"Oh, you did not fail, my minion; you did wonderfully. The tower you provided so I could perform my magic worked quite well." The condiment wizard said in a loud, boisterous voice. "In fact, I'm in need of your services again." The condiment wizard said as he brought his idol wand out of his prison sleeve. "I need somewhere I can use this to find out what it does." Condiment wizard told Dr. Young, who was filled with joy at what her master had said.

She wasn't going to be abandoned by her master; in fact, he was happy with her performance. Dr. Young thought, filled with happiness at her master's benevolence of her mistakes. "Of course, master, I am always happy to provide you a place for you to do your great work." Dr. Young said with great reverence before flipping a switch that seemed to cause the few noises in her office to disappear.

After having obviously activated some device that seemed to nullify sound within her office, she waved at her master to practice with his new idol wand anywhere he wanted in her office. A very happy condiment wizard then proceeded to aim his idol wand at her trashcan while Dr. Young looked on. Dr. Young thought of possible test subjects for her master's use in his new magical wand despite not knowing what kind of fate she would be condemning the test subjects to.

The wand built up energy for a moment, causing red lightning to shoot across the idol wand before it fired into the trashcan. Nothing happened to the trash can, not the trash in it, as the lightning just stirred the trash around in the trashcan. He turned to look at Dr. Young, who spoke. "I think, master, since the magic lighting didn't do anything but stir up the trash, perhaps your new magic idol wand needs to be used on living objects." Dr. Young said in a happy tone of voice, trying her damndest to be helpful.

The Condiment wizard thought on that a moment before nodding his agreement to her theory. Though that left him with how to test his new magical weapon, as he couldn't exactly get test subjects on his own. Dr. Young, seeing her master's disappointment at not being able to see his new idol wand's true magical ability, immediately began to take action to correct that by getting him someone to fire his idol wand at to see what it does.