There's a subtle tightening around Joker's eyes as he gives the kid a slightly more scrutinizing look-see, but his smile stays just as it is.

Violet here doesn't particularly look or sound like an idiot. Smart-ass, maybe – jury's still out on that one – but idiot? No. So either he's fucking with him, or he's come to Duplicity from some magical, flower-filled world in which nobody ever walks into a bank with a bunch of clowns and firepower and grabs the nearest civilian.

Could be either, really, at this point.

"You know, I would like more friends, now that you mention it." He moves closer, tossing his popsicle to the side en route. "But I'm not familiar with this 'compassion' thing you speak of. Not sure we have it, where I'm from."

His brows rise a little, his expression opening up, hopeful. "Don't suppose you could teach me how it works?"