A/N: This is a songfic based on the song by Melanie Martinez called "Cake". I was listening to this song when I thought of making this fanfic. Please read and review, and enjoy! I know Harley Quinn might be a little OOC because standing up to the Joker is simply not a part of her, but it fits with the lyrics. Don't sue me. Rated K+ for light language.

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. And I especially do not own this song.

Cake

Your skin is warm like an oven

Your kiss is sugary sweet

Your fingers feel like cotton

When you put your arms around me

I feel like I'm just missing

Something whenever you leave

We've got all the ingredients

Except you loving me.

Harley sat on the abandoned couch down in the alley outside the Joker's lair, fixing some dirty bandages back around her arm.

She winced as a white flash of pain shot through her arm, and continued wrapping the bandages around her most recent injury.

She remembered why she had been thrown out into the alley, landing hard on her arm, and snapping her wrist.

All she had tried to do was surprise him for his birthday. She had thrown streamers until the entire room was practically covered in them, and she had blown up a few balloons to hang in the corner. She had done her make-up extra pretty that morning, and had prepared to surprise him as soon as he walked into the room.

He had opened the door, and Harley swung down from the rafters, hanging by her knees, and yelled, "Happy birthday, Mista Jay!"

The Joker had jumped nearly a foot into the air, and yelled, "HARLEEEEEEY!"

She had lept down from the rafters, and hugged him around the waist, saying excitedly, "How old are you, puddin'?"

He threw her off of him, and yelled, "WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY ROOM?!"

Her smile had faded, and she said, "I just tried to surprise you. It is your birthday, after all puddin'."

He almost started to steam, and he dragged her by her ear out into the hallway.

She winced, knowing what was coming next, and said, "I'm sorry, puddin', I just wanted to make you smile-"

He just threw open the door out to the alley, and threw her out of the building, yelling, "DON'T CALL ME PUDDIN'!"

And respectfully...

I'm not a piece of cake

For you to just discard

While you walk away

With the frosting of my heart

So I'm taking back

What's mine, you'll miss

The slice of heaven that

I gave to you last night.

Harley sighed, and remembered that every one of Mister J's birthday's had gone like that.

But she smiled as she remembered the one birthday that she had at least gained a small smile from her puddin'.

It was about three years ago, and she was in bed sick with a flu.

Joker's henchmen were told to keep her in bed, but she knew when they took break, so she stole away from her room, and put together a little birthday present for her puddin'.

She had ran back to her room, and completely covered herself with the covers by the time the guards got back.

She was just drifting off to sleep, when she saw Joker walking by her room through the window on the door, holding her present.

She had just been able to find him a new handgun in the town (paying for it as Harleen Quinzel, of course), but it was a really good handgun, and she had seen him pining over something really close to it.

He turned it over in his hands, and betrayed a small smile that quickly disappeared when he realized that it was there.

But that was all she needed.

She pulled the covers over her head, and smiled as she slipped into her lovesick dreams.

You smell just like vanilla

You taste like buttercream

You're filling up my senses

With empty calories

I feel like I'm just missing

Something whenever you leave

We've got all the ingredients

Except you needing me.

Harley frowned, and remembered all those times they had been caught by the Bat-Brain in the middle of an escapade.

They would be happily wreaking havoc on the citizens of Gotham, and Harley would think to herself, "Maybe, just maybe, this time, we'll be happy."

But the Bat would come, and break their party into pieces.

Joker would always run, and leave her behind to fight the Bat.

The Bat was always too fast for her.

She would be sent away; heart-broken, and alone; telling herself that she would get over the Joker this time, that she wasn't going to go crawling back to him.

But she would always break out, and find him. He would pull her back into his spell, and she would follow him into the beyond.

And she would get left behind again.

The vicious circle just continues.

And she keeps coming back for more.

So respectfully...

I'm not a piece of cake

For you to just discard

While you walk away

With the frosting of my heart

So I'm taking back

What's mine, you'll miss

The slice of heaven that

I gave to you last night.

Harley had wondered what was wrong with her many times.

She always wondered blindly back to her Mister J, and he always chewed her up and spit her out like a wad of old gum.

She sometimes thought that she could just walk away and move on, but he would worm his way back into her mind, and she would find herself finding him again.

He would woe her, pull her in, then tear her apart. She would beg for his attention, his love, his respect, but he would throw her away again, leaving her behind, heart-broken.

She would kill, she would torture, she would try to impress him, but she always fell short, and, in his eyes, merit turning in.

In the asylum, she would sit in her cell, take her pills, try to be normal, and forget him.

But somewhere in the therapy, deep inside the medications and drugs, he would find her again, and she would fall back into love.

She would find the part of her that couldn't live without him, and she would fall again.

She would scream, she would protest, she would eventually escape, and crawl back to him.

His dancing harlequin.

If I am just a piece of cake

I am just a piece of cake (cake)

Then you're just a piece of meat

You're just a piece of meat to me

If I am just a piece of cake

I am just a piece of cake (cake)

Then, you're just a piece of meat

You're just a piece of meat to me

Sometimes she would hate him for it. For leaving her behind, for always putting her down when all she wanted was his attention.

She would convince herself that he was wrong, and she meant something.

She would hold her head high, and walk free for a short while, leaving him behind in the dark recesses of her mind.

But now, as she sat on the damp couch, she felt lower than low.

She ducked her head, and hugged her knees to her chest as she cried softly into the material of her skirt.

But the small part of her mind that might still be sane told her, "You don't have to stand for this! You deserve his attention! And you're going to walk in there, and demand it!"

She frowned, and clenched her gloved hands into fists.

For the first time in her life, she broke down the door to the building that she had constantly been tossed out of, and stomped down the hallway towards the Joker's office.

So respectfully...

I'm not a piece of cake

For you to just discard

While you walk away

With the frosting of my heart

So I'm taking back

What's mine, you'll miss

The slice of heaven that

I gave to you last night.

She broke into his office, her skin felt like it was on fire, she felt so in control as she yelled, "I NEED TO TALK TO YOU!"

He turned around with a start, and jumped.

She gripped her mallet in both hands, and yelled, "I WANT A LITTLE RESPECT AROUND HERE! EVERY SINGLE TIME, IT'S THROW HER OUTSIDE WITH THE REST OF THE WORLD! I'M SICK OF IT! I WANT SOME REAL RESPECT! I WANT SOME ATTENTION, GODDAMMIT!"

He just yelled back, "What do you think you're doing?! Are you threatening me?!"

She backed away, slightly stunned at his reaction, and said with considerably less confidence, "No, Mister J., I just got a little carried away-"

He screamed, "CARRIED AWAY?! ALL YOU EVER ARE IS CARRIED AWAY! ALWAYS MESSING UP MY PLANS, AND ALWAYS IN THE WAY! JUST LEAVE, AND TAKE YOUR ANNOYING VOICE WITH YOU!"

His words struck Harley hard.

She stumbled back, running into the wall, tears forming in her eyes.

She gained some strength, and said in a quivering voice, "Fine. I will leave. And you'll see how much you need me."

But her strength faded, and she ran out of the room, tears pouring from her eyes, streaking her dark make-up across her cheeks.

The slice of heaven that I gave

The slice of heaven that I gave to you

The slice of heaven that I gave to you last night.

Harley lied crumbled outside a dingy bar in the downtown area of Gotham City, holding her mallet close to her like a security blanket.

She pulled her clothes tighter around her tiny frame, trying to ignore the stabs of piercing cold that stung at her in the falling snow.

Mister J's harsh words rang through her ears, and she covered her ears with her numb hands, trying to block out the gathering noise.

She muttered to herself through numb lips, "He needs me, he'll find me, he always finds me, he'll find me..."

But poor ignorant Harley didn't know how wrong she was.


A/N: Well, there you go.