Don't have one

The Condiment wizard spent a long time thinking on this. He sat within his cell listing to the mad rantings of his fellow inmates. Though he wasn't entirely sure if he was an inmate anymore. As his minions were gaining more and more control of the prison. So as it was, Arkham Asylum was more of his base of operation than his prison.

Anyway, he was getting away from what he was supposed to be thinking on. Which at the moment was poison ivy. How was he to make a plant-themed villain plain with the possibility of blaming Poison Ivy if he wasn't sure how she would do it? As he knew that she was kind of an eco-warrior, he had heard about that in his last life. The problem was he wasn't entirely sure how to use that for something he would want.

Though that brought him to a different line of thought. What did he want? So far it had simply been seen as a great dark wizard. So he cast great magic spells for all to see so that they might look in awe and terror at his magical might. The problem here was since he was using his sauerkraut plant magic, it wouldn't be as awesome or inspiring, as he would hardly even be the fifth villain to use plants on Gotham.

Though he supposed it was usually either power or chemicals that had the plant attack. So using his magic to cause a plant attack would be more original but not by much. So it would be best to use the opportunity to get something while pinning it on poison ivy. Though again, he was back to what he would want and how he would get whatever that was without tipping off that it was him behind it. He could hardly get something that burns a forest to the ground and expect everyone to believe poison ivy wanted it.

So he would have to create a plan around eco activism and something he wanted. Which was hard to think of, as he didn't need money, as he wasn't exactly buying anything at the moment, and Gotham didn't have a lot of magical artifacts he could try to get. Though maybe they did and he didn't, which was possible. Though if that was the case, he didn't really have a way of confirming either way.

So what to do? Honestly, it seemed that the blame poison ivy angle was limiting his options even further, so perhaps he should throw that out. As it didn't really have a plan that he could use, and he had three plant girls to use. So perhaps a three-front attack by the three plant girls would work well, but he was back to what he wanted.

He thought on it and came to the decision gate; perhaps he should ask his minion what was available. As he was never up-to-date on big events in Gotham in his last life, and it seemed he wasn't in this one. So he would just ask one of his minions if anything that was in town or coming to town would be perfect for his use. Yes, he thought to himself, that was what he needed—information to really decide how to play his new condiment magic.

Though he was thinking on who to ask first and how long it would be before he could really ask his questions without raising suspicion Cheryl came to his cell, interrupting his thoughts. He looked at her with a little excitement as she was no doubt here to take him to an appointment with one of his minions. So it would be very soon that he would have the information needed to craft his dark plot.

Though Cheryl surprised him by telling him where he would be going. "You have a visitor, condiment wizard." Cheryl said she informed him and surprised him, as he hadn't thought that Amy or the Bat family would be loyal to him and contact him so soon after the fish army incident. Though he was more than happy to talk to them, as these minions would likely have important information he could use. Either Amy's corporate connections or the Bat-Family intel was sure to give him what he needed.

"Let's go then, for Condiment Wizard is always eager to see those beneath him pay their respect to his greatness!" Condiment wizard shouted out trying to be as arrogant and elegant as he could be, though he didn't really pull it off. So eager to serve, Cheryl quickly took him down to the visitors' cell to meet his minion. Who it was that was actually waiting for him in the visitors' cell surprised him greatly, as he never expected it to be her.