It hurt like hell, but living with the Joker? You got used to pain. You expected pain, and you learned to roll with it. To the point where it took a lot to actually get Harley to stop what she was doing.

"You hit girls!" She shouted, and from her big purse, came an equally large mallet. Her grip wasn't as steady as it normally would be thanks to the wrist, but still, "I hit boys! Let's play!"