Yes and no

Kgbeast watched from a backup monitor room as the fishermen's army simply disappeared as they were turned human. Their loyalty at the moment was uncertain as the transformation had left them ****. Which means obvious signs such as them still charging at the Batman and his allies were off the table. No, for the moment the only ones left were him and the other two.

Kgbeast looked to the other two as they were in the room with him. They were two shark women, the first ones that had created the army with condiment wizards' magic tartar sauce. "We have to go before the magic reaches us," Kgbeast said and then proceeded to flee Arkham Asylum. With a splash, the three were gone through the sewers and heading out towards Gotham Bay.

The Condiment wizard looked around at his army, ceasing to be his thoughts swirling over how to handle the outcome of his tartar sauce plan. He was not sure how to handle it. On one hand, he hasn't really gotten to use it himself, as it had gone from creating it and then having a small squad of them act and then all of a sudden he was waking up to his army having taken over Arkham.

Though on the other hand, he had brought life to ****, and those that had died, like the old him, had been brought back. So it was strangely nice, and it made him wonder if perhaps he had chosen the wrong side, for a hero that could bring back the dead would be the greatest hero ever. His second life was becoming far more complicated than he had thought it would be.

Though that was a sign of life, was it not? The fact he was making complicated life choices was proof he was alive, for the dead were simple things. His mind turned over the possibilities and decided to stick with what he was at the moment. An evil wizard with the possibility of redemption down the line. His thoughts were stopped dead as Gotham police seized him and his fellow cell mates.

As he was taken to a place that had been fenced off with barbed wire and had dozens of SWAT times eyeing everybody sent in. It was not hard to see that they were double-checking the cells had not been tampered with. As a few mechanics and engineers were running around with their tools confirming his guess.

He sat down on the male side of the temporary holding area in his straight jacket as the others did. No longer being dragged around, he turned his thoughts back to his latest creation by mixing the three different condiments; he had created a water dragon. Perhaps mixing the ratios of condiments put into creatures would create different monsters. Though perhaps he should try and get a new condiment to study.

As none but his allies know of his tartar sauce, if he gets a fourth, he would double his magic capabilities with none of those that would challenge him knowing half of what he could do. It was an important question that he would have to answer to see where he was going with his magic. Though his thoughts stopped in their tracks in sheer surprise.

As appearing out of thin air directly in front of him was Robin. The Condiment wizard only had a **** moment to think of what to do. Though before he could try anything, Robin leaned forward and said. "Sorry." Then promptly disappeared as if he had never been there. Condiment lay there shocked that one of the Bat family had apologized to him of all people.

His favorite guard came over from a medical tent where medical personnel were checking over the freed staff of Arkham Asylum. "Sir, are you okay?" Cheryl bawls with desperation, as the last time Robin had appeared near her master, he'd shoved a katana through him.

"I'm fine, thank you for caring. It's nice to see a guard trying their best for us. As a great wizard, I shall spare you from my wrath upon Gotham." The Condiment wizard confused Cheryl for a moment, but then she remembered they're an audience and that she was a guard of Arkham at this moment, not her master's servant.

"Sure you will, prisoner." Cheryl said acting like she was humoring his mad delusions and walked away. She made a fast walk back to the medical tent, barely stopping herself from running back and apologizing for daring to even hint that his plans were not perfect. The Condiment wizard had already moved on, thinking of the future.