Good though ignorant

Condiment Wizard was sitting in his cell coming back from his most recent bathroom trip. He was trying to be more ignorable so the guards wouldn't take more interest in him than thinking he had some kind of bladder problem. He was at the moment basking in the mad threats of his neighbors at their enemies and the world thinking on the bigger picture.

Which he was finding rather difficult, in fact. As he thought on the bigger picture, he realized he had no idea what that was. As it is, most of his minions do their own thing and report after something has occurred. The bimbo CEO and spy come to him to report; he heads to his therapist when she calls, and he has no way to get in contact with Nora. His most recent minions were the shark girls he could contact, but not without risking discovery the more and longer he contacted them.

He would have to find a way to organize his minions better. Which he knew would be difficult, limited as he was by Arkham Asylum. It might be good to break out at some point and find a base in Gotham where he could more easily command his forces. Though he couldn't let anyone know how little he actually controlled his minions, who heard of an evil wizard that wasn't commanding their minions.

He stayed like that for the rest of the day, thinking and plotting, taking breaks to actually use the restroom or provide more magic tartar sauce for his growing shark girl army. Then on the morning of the next day, one of the guards approached, though not one of the usual strict male ones that patrolled every part of Arkham; no, this was a rare one at Arkham, a female guard.

She had red hair and green eyes and an average body. Actually, it was rather surprising how average she was. She had average breasts, an average ass, and an average height. All things considered, she would have been unnoticed in most circumstances, but as the only woman not in a cell nearby, she was very interesting.

"Hello, Condiment Wizard sir." She said, staring off strangely, respectfully for a guard at Arkham. "I'm going to bring you to a doctor to check your health if that's good for you." The female guard said she was surprising him again by not ordering him and asking instead if he had to know this one's name.

"Yes, this might wizard of the dark condiment arts will follow you to the one who will heal him of his woes." The Condiment wizard said to try out sounding medieval to see if that worked. The female guard gave a bright smile at his agreement to her request. "Though I must know who shall guide me to my destination." The Condiment wizard was very interested in knowing this one female guard's name wondering why she was so respectful.

"It's Cheryl, Condiment wizard, sir." The female guard said, leading him down the hallways toward their destination. She walked rather slowly, always looking over her shoulder as he followed along in his straight jacket, seeming to make sure the pace wasn't too hard for him. It wasn't so they reached the medical room where a woman with the name tag Mahreen Zaheer was.

She was an Arabic woman with red hair and brown eyes. She had a thin waist and large breasts but a small ass. She gave a large smile to the condiment wizard as he walked on and signaled Cheryl to wait outside the room. This got Condiment Wizard suspicious as he was now alone with a female orderly while being an evil wizard. This seems a stupid and rather dangerous decision, causing Condiment Wizard to look at her with a raised eyebrow.

She simply continued to give him a wide smile saying nothing before suddenly and foolishly turned her back on him and approachimg one of the beds in the room that had the curtain pulled around it, hiding whatever was behind it. He looked on in shock at what was revealed, as he had never expected them to be here in this room as he was getting checked over.