It goes well until it doesn't

Condiment Wizard was a boy wide-eyed as he looked around at the city as he went by. He'd been in Arkham Asylum for a while now, not to mention the last time he had looked at Gotham, it had been with the eyes of a dead man. So now that he was a very living condiment wizard, when he looked at the city, it seemed a lot brighter than it should be. Especially considering it was nighttime, but he supposed Gotham was one of those cities that never slept.

"Enjoying the sights?" The driver said their voice was muffled by their mask, but Condiment Wizard heard it clearly enough and gave a nod in assent to the question. "You want me to slow down then?" The driver said giving Condiment a wizard to enjoy the view a bit more. Condiment wizard thought on that for a moment and then shook his head in a clear no as his answer.

"I have a job to do tonight and will see it done; taking longer just to take in the view would be too much of a risk." Condiment Wizard said, to which the driver gave a quick yes as they kept their eye on the road. They got closer to their destination, and Condiment Wizard had a rather dark thought. As he noticed a few cameras on the way, no cops had arrived to get him. He knew he wasn't the most famous villain in Gotham, but no one recognizing him after he had fought the Dark Justice League stung a bit.

His driver somehow had noticed the emotions on his face despite never taking their eyes off the road. "It's alright, sir; we took control of the street cameras on our route." The driver informed Condiment Wizard, exposing why none of the local police had reacted to him in a huge truck outside of his cell in Gotham. That made him smile, as he wasn't big enough for the average Joe in Gotham, but he was still good enough for the police to get very concerned.

It showed he was making progress in his reputation as the greatest dark wizard of Gotham. "Thanks, driver, you have been proving very useful." The condiment wizard said he complimented his driver on how well he seemed to predict what the condiment wizard needed to know or hear. It was great to have such good help. He wondered if other villains in Gotham had as good of minions as he did. He couldn't think of any, though they were better at fitting a theme than his. He really needed to figure out some kind of minion uniform.

As he thought on the different uniform ideas, they made it to Gotham Woods. He was still thinking on whether he should do a combination of red and yellow for color or if he should base the color on whatever condiment he was using for whatever plan he was pulling off. Though that would balloon the cost, as he gave to have several different uniforms of varying colors for every minion.

"Sir, we're here." The driver stated getting Condiment Wizard to focus on his surroundings and realize he was right. The condiment wizard quickly got out, taking a moment to glance around the forest to see if there was a particular spot that seemed good to set up. The driver had already run to the back of the truck and opened it up. They quickly got out and began unloading the small vats of magic ketchup that had been waiting inside.

The driver moved quickly, piling up the red ketchup next to the truck. While Condiment Wizard continued to check the area. Then out of the blue the ground rumbled, and the driver stopped what they were doing and rushed over to the condiment wizard, taking a defensive stance next to him. Then bursting out of the ground came his three dryads.

"Good, you've arrived just in time. White dryad, get your clones to help my driver unload the truck. Red and yellow dryad I need you to check around see if there a good place for me to set up." Condiment wizard said barking orders at the three dryad's who were quick to obey. The condiment wizard smiled to himself; the plan was going well so far. He would begin immediately once he was set up at whatever spot the dryads had found for him and the yellow mustard had arrived.

Time passed, and Red Dryad found a nice little grove for him to work deeper in Gotham Woods, and the white dryads' naked clones were moving all his stored red ketchup there. So all that was left was for the yellow mustard shipment to arrive and he could begin creating a massive amount of sauerkraut to mix with the other two to create quite the powerful plant monster.

Then out of nowhere a phone went off, causing him and the dryads to tense, thinking some camper was nearby. Though it was quickly realized that it was his driver's phone going off. They all gave the driver menacing looks as he took the call. The driver has a quick hushed conversation that end up with them hanging up and rushing over to Condiment wizard.

"I'm so sorry, sir, but the mustard shipment has been hit. There will be no mustard for your spell. The driver said hurriedly, to which the condiment wizard gave a sad sigh in disappointment and then shook himself. He nodded to himself firmly before speaking to the others.

"If we go on without it, then the spell will still be powerful with all the ketchup we have." The condiment wizard said firmly, then had the others set up the stored ketchup in a circle around the center of the grove. He stood there and raised his hands quickly, building up sauerkraut above himself. "Soon Gotham will see how Condiment Wizard commands nature!" Condiment wizard roared out, to which the others cheered in support.