Harley jumps slightly when the energy in the gauntlets wicks into her. And then she smiles. A little crooked.

Electra-shock therapy used to be part of her daily schedule.

She grabs onto the gauntlet -- letting the energy coarse through her body. Harley emits a dark, twisted laugh, hanging her head back for a moment. And when he twists the arm, she hangs on. Harley wraps her legs around his waist. She then starts hitting him... with his own gauntleted arm.

"Stop hitting yourself! Stop hitting yourself!"