Well ironically enough

You would think that being sent away and being put in a cell would be too much for the condiment wizard considering his past trauma and what happened last time he was put in a cell. But luckily for condiment wizard, he wasn't him; he died sadily, and Condiment wizard was alive, so he didn't have to be afraid of the cells as the dead man would have been.

They took him to a shrink first to see how he was; they kept asking about the dead man. He answered as best he could; he told them he was alive though, so he didn't know why the shrink asked about the dead man. The shrink was surprised by that and asked him about being alive. He told him he was a wizard, now a Condiment wizard, and that meant he had a new face and a new life just like the others did.

Catwoman, Batman, Bane, and Robin all have two lives; he didn't have one, but now he does. His has a new face now, condiment wizard, so he is alive again. The shrink seemed to like that he told him that said that made things click for him and explained things they were missing, though they did tell him he had to stay here now in the cells until the dead man could live again. He wasn't sure if that could happen, but the shrink thought it could.

So he waited in his cell across from the other inmates, all in their own cells with clear see-through doors so they couldn't be sneaky. They had special devices built in so he couldn't use his condiment magic like other people couldn't use their special talents, but that was okay because he still had his name, and that was enough. So he sat in his cell and wondered, Now that he had this life, what would the Condiment wizard do with it?

He spent his first week in his cell thinking about that, ignoring what was going on in the cells around him as his neighbors ranted, talked, and threatened each other with anything from grand plans of utopia to mad plans of how to burn the city if Gotham to the ground. He spent almost his mental energy trying to think about how the condiment wizard would react in this situation: rave at the world, try and escape, or some other third option he hadn't thought of. On the third day, his thoughts were interrupted.

"Condiment wizard, you got a visitor." A guard said as he opened his door and waved for him to come out slowly. The guards called the inmates and patients by their aliases rather than their actual names, as there was less potential for trouble that way. The Condiment wizard nodded and did as the guard instructed, slowly making his way out of his cell and following the guard to a visitors room.

He was seated in a small chair at a desk and then chained to the floor before the guards left the room. They then unlocked the other door, allowing his visitor to come in. A blond woman walked in wearing what would be considered a secretary outfit, with her hair the same color as his mustard. She then walked over, and then instead of sitting at the chair across from him, she proceeded to sit in his lap. The Condiment wizard looked at her, wondering why this strange lady was sitting on his lap.

"Heya master, I just showed up to see you and asked if it was okay for me to start giving you your due." The lady said as she began popping the buttons on her blouse, giving Condiment wizard a full view of her breast. Ah, condiment wizard thought this is what he does; he has minions. This is why this girl is one of his minions.

But what do you do with minions? condiment wizard thought to himself, never having had minions before. While I suppose I'll just go with what this minion says for now, the condiment wizard thought to himself as he then nodded at his plan and then grabbed the girl's breast. "What is your name, Minion?" The Condiment wizard asked in a calm voice as he played with her tits.

"It's whatever you want to be, baby." She said with a moan as she leaned her head back so she could leave a trail of hickies on the condiment wizard's neck while he played with her breast. Condiment thought on that for a moment before he replied.

"Thank you, but I will need to know your actual name." He said, continuing to play with her breast as she left a trail of lipstick from his ear to where his neck and spine met. She continued to give kisses, not answering for a moment, and condiment king didn't rush her. But then she finally pulled away and answered his question.

"I'm Amy Mercedes, head of Mercedes Corporation and your personal bimbo." She said, moaning out as if admitting what she was for him gave her personal pleasure. She pulled up her skirt to show off her legs and to give him better access to in between her legs. Following her lead, he stuck one of his hands between her thighs to play with her pussy.

So he sat there in his chair as he played with his minions body as she sat atop him; eventually she couldn't handle anymore and came moaning loudly as it echoed in the visiting cell. He looked around, wondering if there were any cameras but not seeing them. There weren't; due to a previous employee abusing the recorded, they weren't allowed to have cameras at the visiting cell anymore.

"What do you want me to do, baby? I'm your whore CEO; just ask, and it's yours." Amy said breathless as she waited for what her master would command her to do. The Condiment wizard sat there moment thinking about what he would want in this scenario and remembered that wizards wanted to cast spells. Since he was an evil wizard, he should try and cast evil spells.

She'll help him do that as a minion. "You will help me by spreading my influence as far as you can so that I may cast a big spell." He said in what he thought a dark wizard would sound like. Amy nodded fast, eager to please her boss.

"Sure thing, I'll be sure to make sure you're a big name in Gotham Boss." She said in a happy voice, eager to do a good job. The Condiment wizard nodded to himself, happy that everything had worked out so far and that his minion was eager to help him cast a big spell; now all he had to do was figure out how to do that.

"Now then go forth and do my bidding, minion!" The Condiment wizard said as he pointed to the door out of the visitors cell on the visitor side. She nodded and made her way out on small stilettos. Well, he waited for the guards to collect him and bring him back to his cell.