Very bad things

Dr. Young, or Penelope Young, if you were going by her full name, was a very career-driven woman who had made great grades and was always willing to go that extra mile of not sleeping and caffeine to get those good grades and scholarships. Which happened to mean if you were her lap partner and were either dumb or a bit of clutz, you were in for it, as she found your existence insufferable and a determent to humanity as a whole.

So when Dr. Young finally graduated, her professors were excited to see what she did in the world, and her classmates were just glad they wouldn't have to deal with the frigid, arrogant bitch anymore. So when Dr. Young, as a career-driven woman, was offered to help fix the most deranged patients of the asylum by the warden. Well, she jumped at the opportunity, as she would put her name in the history books for pulling of such a fear.

Sadily for Dr.Young's dreams and ambition, the inmates proved far more insane than she could handle despite her tenacious methods and the most modern medical therapy practices on the planet at her disposal. So with no other options, she had to turn to a more ****-based option; sadily, the warden wouldn't hear of such things. As he had political aspirations, if they got out, he gave insane inmates **** that could backfire and make them even more insane; the fallout would destroy his career.

So if Dr. Young wanted to be anything other than another failed young genius who came and tried to fix the inmates and left without helping a single one, she would have to turn elsewhere for aid. Which she would as she would not be a part of the conga line of failed doctors that came out of Arkam Asylum as it stood at the moment Joker's blond bimbo side kick would have more of an impact on history than she would, which she would not let stand.

So Dr. Young prettied herself up by putting make-up on and a fancy dress and then convincing a few of her professors to use their connections to get a few executives at a few different pharmaceutical companies to meet with her to talk about the benefits of her research into drugging the patients. She was going to convince them to make a deal with her. She would convince them by pointing out that she could fast track some of their more experimental medication by testing it on the Arkam patients. This would give her the necessary medication to continue her attempts to fix the patients of Arkam and would save the companies she was talking to a lot of money on R&D.

She believed the talks were going well, as she had gotten at least two of the four executives at the dinner table with her to talk about some medications that they might give her to use on some conditions. That's when it all went wrong; at least she thought that at first. As the condiment wizard came into the restaurant, throwing balls of Mustard and Ketchup through the air.

His causing of mayhem ruined the deals she was starting to get going as several of the executives she was talking to were sent to the floor, and she tried to help them up, trying to see if she could salvage this by helping them out of the restaurant. That was when she was hit by a ball of ketchup, sending her to the floor as the executives quickly scrambled out of the restaurant, leaving her behind in their need, not to be seen in tomorrow's tabloids.

Though she no longer needed them, at least for now she needed to figure out what the man calling himself the Condiment Wizard wanted. For it was her job to get for him sadily in the utter bedlam of the restaurant; she couldn't reach him as all the security were running around trying to reach him as the regular dinners tried to get out of the restaurant, well dodging the fire from the condiment wizard's magic. Dr. Young found herself being dragged out by a chunk of the crowd that was making a break for the door.

She would try to make her way back inside, back to the side of the wizard to ask what exactly he was after. But to her rage, police had set up a blockade around the restaurant, only allowing people out and not back in. She was about to drill into the officer balls with her stiletto, who dared to stop her, but she calmed herself and left as she knew she could find out where the wizard ended up from her job at Arkam.

So she went home, cleaned up, and waited, watching the news like a hawk, looking for any word on the Condiment Wizard. Sadily, there was none, as it seemed they were keeping it quiet. Which angered her at first until she realized there were rumors of Mafia involvement at the restaurant, though she had ignored them. If they were true, it would explain the silence, as Condiment Wizard would not live long if they spouted a story of him humiliating the mob.

Even with their power diminished as the supervillains have taken over the top seats in the underworld. The mob still had more than enough power to order a hit on some new kid on the block like Condiment Wizard. So with this new information she realized she was at a dead end if she waited for new of condiment wizard, Dr. Young had to instead turn to her contacts in the Arkam system to find out where he ended up. Seeing as he wasn't particularly dangerous, just a nuisance, she figured he would be put in one of the asylums in Gotham; she would just have to wait to find out which one.

As she waited for word to reach her about the Condiment Wizard, she studied her new red hair. As a former brunette and a brilliant doctor, she knew her hair should have turned back, but it didn't, so there was something special going on. So Dr. Young studied her now-red hair and the strange goop-like substance it created when it was squeezed, storing the substance for later use in experiments once she got word from the Condiment wizard on what his goals truly were.

So days passed and no word passed to her on what happened to the Condiment wizard. She would look up the name every time she came to work, hoping she would get results finally from someone finally putting info into the system on him. Finally, to her relief, after about a week, intel about the Condiment Wizard finally popped up for her searches into the system about him. Though what she found filled her with rage. As the Condiment Wizard was considered a meta and insane, they'd sent him to Arkam, so he'd been here with her all this time, just at a different part of the facility than she worked in.

In fact, the only reason she hadn't found anything on him earlier was because they'd put his information in the system under his original name, Jeremy Sawyer, instead of Condiment Wizard, which was what had kept her from finding out. This had only changed when Condiment Wizard had been given one of the lesser therapists who were assigned to easier patients and updated his file in the system with his supervillain title.

Sufficed to say she quickly had Condiment Wizard change to one of her patients to speak with him. So now, after the session, she found herself with a goal. She looked over the notes and was deciding how to best help her master first. "Do I use his gift for experiments or do I break the staff to his use?" Dr. Young said to herself as she went over her options.

She looked closely over notes as to what she should do. As she could use her patients to experiment with her ketchup goop, such as mixing it with concentrated doses of poison ivy's pheromones and other such things she could gather from her patients, or should she focus on the warden? Turning him into her lap dog should be simple enough to lure him in with supposed meetings about her work that turn out to be pointless and cause a scene. Then, after he leaves, a few people see him leaving in huff, and a few of her coworkers see her in tears. Next thing the warden knows, he has an allegation of a sexual **** charge.

To make it go away, he would have to do things for her, which she can easily use to break him, and with the warden's authority, she could easily have a section of the asylum's security system shut down so that the Condiment wizard could cast his spell without it interfering. So that left Dr. Young with two options on how to continue forward with helping her master's goal to commit illegal, unethical human experiments or to break and destroy a man into her whipping bitch.

Once such thoughts would have caused horror at going so far now, Dr. Young did not bat an eye as she plotted such a horrible thing all on her own. For she truly had become a Ketchup familiar and was therefore a dominatrix of her master, meant only to break others for her master's benefit or pleasure. As she thought on the matter, looking over all her notes, she came to a decision. "I'll do both, for if I am to serve the great Condiment Wizard, I must prove myself worthy of being in his service." Dr. Young said to herself as she began to plan out her appointment for when she could entrap the warden and extract what she needed from the inmates for the experiments with the Ketchup goop.