Gotham, Season 2

[Nygma has a gun on Gordon]

Jim Gordon:
How did this happen to you? How did you become this?

Edward Nygma:
You dummy. This is who I am. It was just finally admitting the truth to myself. Well, that and murdering some people.

Jim Gordon:
I don't believe that.

Edward Nygma:
You don't believe it? Why, Jim? Because it would make you incompetent to know I was under your nose the whole time? Or you don't want to admit there's a monster in all of us - because you of all people should know that! That's what made it so easy to frame you.

Jim Gordon:
I was your friend.

Edward Nygma:
Were you? Were you my friend, Jim? Or did you just pity me? "Oh, poor weird little Ed with his little silly word play and his riddles."

Jim Gordon:
Completely insane.

Edward Nygma:
Yeah, it's probably easier for you to think that. How about one last riddle for old time's sake? A nightmare for some, for others, a savior I come. My hands cold and bleak. It's the warm hearts they seek.

Jim Gordon:
Death.

Edward Nygma:
Right again. Goodbye, Jim.