Very well

The Condiment wizard had gone back to his cell a little while after his minion had left. The guards gave him funny looks; he wondered why it was because he was a dead man that had come back to life or was it because he was a wizard. He hoped it was because he was a former dead man; if it was because he was a wizard, they would expect great magic, but he hadn't figured out any great spells yet.

That was an interesting part of being alive again, unlike when he was dead before, when he had been always thinking about what had been. Now, as an alive person, he was always thinking about what was. It was hard to do as he was a bit out of practice, but he thought he could do it. That the living Condiment wizard could come up with a great spell. Though he thought luck was on his side because even though some might want to see his great spell that he hadn't thought of yet, the asylum special devices kept his magic from working, which gave him time to think about what his great spell would be.

So once he was in his cell, he began to think deeply about what his spell would be as those in the cells all around continued their rants of madness. As they continued to rant that the chains of society kept them from utopia or how the masses could not understand their genius even as they carved that genius into the underside of their skin. The Condiment wizard found it rather soothing, as their diverse opinions of the state of the world gave him ideas for his first great spell as well as lulled him to sleep.

So that's how he slept the ranting of the mad in his air as his mind filled with ways of using his magic to turn their madness into reality. The Condiment Wizard thought it would be a great way to show he was alive, as only the living insane would use magic in such a way. Though Condiment Wizard did wonder which made vision of his neighbors should he use first? That's the thought that plagued the Condiment wizard as he fell asleep.

He wakes up the next morning to his guards waking him to go to another session with a shrink. The Condiment Wizard wondered what his usual shrink would ask this time about the dead man he'd been before he got his second life as the Condiment Wizard. Though once the guards sat him down on a laid-back chair, he found he was in a different room than usual with a different shrink than he'd had previously.

"Well, hello mortal, I am the great Condiment wizard! Who are you, and where is he who sat before you went?" The Condiment wizard shouted out, demanding the woman who sat across from him to tell him who she was and were his usual shrink had gone in a loud, bodacious voice. The condition wizard was speaking like this because, as he was figuring out how to cast his powerful spell, he figured he should start speaking like a wizard, hence the whole answer, mere non-magical mortal.

"I am Dr. Young; your old therapist was not worthy of his position, so he was promptly removed. Do not worry about him; he is a mere mortal, as you would say, and I benefit from your concern. Now moving on from that, his notes say you should have something of a new outlook on life." Dr. Young asked, starting the session rather differently from the previous shrink, who was focused on trying to bring back the dead man; she seemed more focused on the Condiment wizard.

"Yes, I do, for I am the Condiment Wizard, a being of magic, and as such, I am preparing for a great spell that I shall cast to show I am the greatest wizard in Gotham." Condiment Wizard declared to Dr. Young, who merely nodded and waved for him to go on about his plan as she took notes. "I have listened to the mad whispers and have taken from the fruit of the unreal and shall use that to bring about a great and powerful spell." The condiment wizard said with gusto, hoping that he sounded more elegant and grand than he actually was.

His new shrink Dr.Young merely nodded at his boast as she took notes, and so it went on with Condiment Wizard making grand claims and gestures while Dr.Young nodded and took notes till the session ended. "While I think I've gotten a good grasp of what your going forward do, I hope to have made much more progress by the next time you come for your session, mighty Condiment wizard." Dr.Young said with a bow of respect towards the condiment wizard, surprising him with how genuine her tone was and how much she seemed to reverse his title of mighty wizard.

"Well, thank you, mortal; it is good to see you know your betters. I shall be of then." The Condiment wizard said getting up and making his way towards the door where his guards waited for his session to end to take him back to his cell. Right before he left though, he looked back and gave one last grand wave, which he hoped made him look regal as Dr. Young with her ketchup-red-headed hair bowed back.

So the Condiment wizard went back to his cell, feeling better that someone else now believed in his dream of being alive and that he was a great wizard, not a dead man anymore. Meanwhile, Dr. Young continued to look over her notes that she had taken from her master. Taking great care to double check the ones of his grand plan and what would need to be done to make his plans of casting a great spell at least in Arkam Asylum a reality.