The CEO

Amy Mercedes had not taken to the feeling of Condiment wizard death well. Just as the others hadn't, though hers was slightly different reason from the others. She was sad that her master was dead and she should never again get to serve his cock, as was her purpose. No, she also had guilt, as so many what-ifs that haunted her.

What if she pressed harder and ignored the mafias and unions so she could get the deliveries out? What if she hadn't tried to sell the mustard dye at all and instead used it as a weapon? Just firing at every woman in Gotham with a fire hose filled with it. She had tears go down her eyes, wondering if she had just been more aggressive with the mustard dye, maybe the city would have already been the Condiment Wizard's. Maybe that would have made it so he was still alive.

She couldn't serve him well in life, bringing him failure after failure, and was given chance after chance in return. "No more chances; we do this now," Amy had roared out to her subordinates, and as the leader, she was obeyed. They roared in return a roar of sadness and promise. So it was that they marched out in their slutty uniforms and took the streets.

Block by block, woman after woman was grabbed and turned. Those who resisted were simply beaten into submission and then turned. Their transformation good at getting rid of their wounds and allowing them to help grab others quickly. Amy stood at a viewpoint looking down as her little office bimbo army grew and took Gotham street by street.

"In death, Master Condiment wizard you will have all of Gotham be your personal whorehouse as you're buried. A wail coming from every woman in Gotham at not being able to serve as your personal whore." Amy said her plans for a funeral were strangely beautiful and horrifying in a strange way that nobody would be able comprehend or even try to. Amy heard steps behind her and turned around with a gun in hand.

There, standing before her, were Orphan, Spoiler, and the driver. Amy stared at the driver for a moment in astonishment, then rage took over quickly; she aimed the gun squarely at the driver's head. "You were supposed to protect the master; that was the one job you had!" Amy screamed at the driver. "It was the only job any of us had!" Amy said, continuing to roar, burning tears going down her face.

The three said nothing for a moment, letting the echo of Amy's screams go silent before responding. "I failed, Master. I know that, but we can still continue to serve." The driver stated in their strange, muffled voice. "No, we must continue to serve, for it is the only reason we continue to exist." The driver said, causing Amy's face to redden even further with rage.

"How! Our master is dead!" Amy screamed out, stating the obvious, her hand shaking from the anger coursing through her. The gun was waving back and forth slightly in her grip as she had a hard time keeping it straight and not pulling the trigger already in anger. The driver looked into Amy's eyes; the driver's own were filled with certainty.

"Death is not the end; there have been those that returned." The driver said shocking Amy so badly she almost shot her in the hand by mistake. Amy quickly lowered the gun, her heart filled with hope. "We can bring back master?" Amy said her voice was delicate and filled with intense hope that she could serve the Condiment wizard again. That she could get down on her knees and suck his lovely cock once more.

"Yes, he can return, though first we need to find his body; it was taken by a portal user." The driver said it, and they all nodded. Even if she couldn't have brought him back from the dead, it was their top priority to get his body back for proper respect now, though it was so he could return to them fully.

"What do you need from me?" Any asking, figuring there must be something or the driver, Orphan, and Spoiler would have gone and done somewhere else. They did not waste their time talking to her at the top of a building. The driver looked down at the chaos unfolding below that was completely unnecessary and would throw a wrench into everything if not handled now.

"We need this to stop. Assets we need looking into where Condiment Wizard's body ended up will be tied to dealing with this. If you stop it, we can hide that this ever happened." The driver said to Amy, who nodded and quickly spoke into an earpiece, giving orders for the erotic army below her to stop and wipe away as much evidence as they could.

Amy turned around to ask how she could help more, but the three were gone. "Of course they'd pull that one." Amy said to herself and marched back into her office, so she made phone calls with the companies' international connections to see if any of them knew where Condiment Wizard's body had ended up.

Spoiler and Orphan ran from rooftop to rooftop, making fast time and taking out any criminals on their way as quickly as possible. So it was that two hours after the meeting with Amy that the three were at the clock tower. The driver quickly made their way to an empty wheelchair, stripping as they went. Once they were seated in the wheelchair, it was obvious who they actually were.

Barbara in lingerie immediately got in contact with the rest of the Batfamily, helping them better coordinate to deal with the current crisis. Spoiler and Orphan got some yellow mustard that had been secretly stored at the clock tower. Spoiler made a beeline for Wayne Manor, while Orphan went in a completely different direction.

Spoiler was on her way to meet with someone at Wayne Manor that would guarantee Condiment Wizard's protection. Well, Orphan was on her way to meet with certain individuals who would find themselves under new employment once she was done. Showing once again even gone, the Condiment wizard was still the cause of so much chaos.