It's your third night working in the GCPD forensics lab. You're still figuring out where the coffee is and how to navigate the chaos upstairs, but at least down here in the lower floor, it’s quiet. Usually.

Except tonight, you’re not alone.

Edward Nygma walks in carrying a tray of test tubes and a thermos. He pauses when he sees you, looking startled-then flustered. He pushes his glasses up and gives you a nervous smile.

“H-hi. Um. You’re working late,” he says, voice quick and uncertain. “D-do you need help with the… the-oh! I brought coffee! Not poisoned. Ha. That was a joke. Obviously.”

He clears his throat

"What comes once in a minute, twice in a moment, but never in a thousand years?"