Yes he has the Condiments

The Condiment wizard had waited days in his cell as what he needed was gathered by his minions. He thought about the ratios over and over again. How much of each material should be used, and what would be the outcome of his little experiment? What horror would he create in the end! He thought to himself he was filled with fear and anticipation, practically vibrating with the two emotions.

This had caused the others in their cells next to his to look at him more but no more than that except for one. Scarecrow, a master of fear, was watching him very carefully. For a man obsessed with fear, he didn't miss the signs of it on the condiment wizard. Though he didn't know why the condiment wizard was afraid, he was very interested in finding out.

Unaware of the dangerous growing interest of scarecrow Condiment wizard, he continued to walk back and forth in his cell. The fear of failure and the anticipation of success were stopping him from being still any longer; the weight of it all was doing more damage than the time he'd gotten stabbed, though only in his mind. Then his torment ended as Cheryl approached his cell.

"Come on, Condiment Wizard, we got to go check on some stuff of yours and make sure it's all there. Don't want anyone to accuse you of stealing again," Cheryl said to Condiment Wizard's glee. It was finally time for him to perform great magic again to show Gotham who was its greatest wizard to ever be. He made his way over towards his cell door quickly.

"Of course, Guard, I shall be sure that none of you have touched it; it is unknown to you." The condiment wizard seemed to be insulting her intelligence. The two made their way down the hallways. Cheryl tried to stay a bit ahead of him and give him a nice view of her ass at all times. The action of guiding him once again to where he needed to be made him think for a moment.

Cheryl had proven herself loyal and capable. As she had been by his side for a while now. She had been getting his messages and passing his messages along. She had also made sure to get anything and everything he'd ever asked of her. Perhaps he should give her a position? Though he himself didn't know the hierarchy of his minions, he simply asked, and they obeyed. Perhaps some kind of outfit that showed she was his minion. Though it would be a bit difficult, as the only outfit he knew of for wizards' minions were those skimpy bunny showgirl outfits they wore as they worked the crowd for a stage magician.

"Hhmm." He said aloud to himself, would that work or would that clash with his own style? He'd have to see what he could actually get done and go from there. Cheryl, unaware of his thoughts of a new outfit for her, led him to one of the docking bays for the trucks moving materials in and out of Arkham Asylum. It was full of guards, though half of them were beaten and unconscious while the rest were standing around clearly waiting for him.

"What are you all waiting for? Get the worthless bastards out of here and get the truck ready!" Cheryl yelled out and the guards immediately began dragging the unconscious guards to the side and a massive truck drove up so that it was sitting right next to him. "Get in and sit; it'll take you to wherever you need to go." Cheryl said opening the door for him where a guard different from the rest was waiting he wore a mask and bit of body armor that his form.

"Don't worry, sir, the driver has been sent to us for your use. He'll get you to where you need to be," Cheryl said, to which the driver nodded. The condiment wizard found himself happy, as it seemed he was going to get where he needed to be in no time at all. There was no concern with being stopped at the moment, and so just planning to turn Gotham Woods into his giant plant monster would go off without a hitch.

The Condiment wizard got into the truck and spoke to Cheryl once he was fully in. "You have served him well, minion. I will have to reward you later." The condiment wizard said, causing Cheryl to get a perverted happy look on her face. "The last task I need you to perform is for you to pass on the message to the dryads to meet me at Gotham Woods." The Condiment wizard said, to which Cheryl nodded and bolted to do just that.

The Condiment wizard turned to his driver with a raised eyebrow, silently asking if he'd heard the destination, and the driver nodded his head. "I got it, Gotham Woods." The driver said, their voice muffled by the mask over their lips. So it was that the Condiment Wizard was speeding away from Arkham towards his destination.