I'm going through some things recently. Most of it emotional and I'll spare the details. It's just making it hard to stay inspired and motivated. When I do get motivated it involves a different topic. So I Haven't worked on this in weeks, or even on the game itself in a while now. I really am sorry for those waiting. I wish I could have a endless supply of inspiration, motivation and confidence. So please forgive me, this is everything I have of my next Broken Altercations chapter as of right now

Alana's P.O.V

My heart raced as Black forced me through the prison, pulling me in a direction I didn't recognize. Instead of cells there were doors, and the scattered toys had become a lot more scarce. I realized rather fast that this must be the rest of Joker's living quarters but, in all my time of gaining freedom from my room, I've never come this way. I've never had to; I have my own bathroom and I don't use the kitchen for myself.

So needless to say I was rather scared at that moment. Not only did I have I no idea where Black was taking me but it had been a while since he's been so rough with me. Since either Joker has been rough with me, actually. What made this situation worse was that Black wasn't speaking. He hadn't said a word since ordering Jackie not to follow us; not even to snap at me as I continued struggling. That alone set a shiver down my spine and I became even more determined to pull away from the redheaded man.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" I demanded, doing my best to mask my fear with anger as I once again tried to pull myself from his grip. Like before, my attempts proved fruitless though this time I managed to hold back my cry of pain as Black once again tightened his grip and gave me a hard yank as we approached a heavy wood door.

Without stopping, Black kicked the door open and I cried out as he threw me in. I stumbled a few steps but managed to catch myself before I could hit the floor. Wincing under my breath, I gently rubbed my sore wrist and spun around to glare at my attacker. My breath quickly got caught in my throat and I took a step backwards as I noticed him at the door; his back to me as he not only shut it but locked it behind him.

He locked it. I was locked in a room with a man who, at this moment, was really scaring me. A man who has hurt me in the past and just manhandled me from my room. A cold shiver shot down my spine and I just barely kept myself from flinching as Black turned to face me. His expression was cold and his hand had balled into a tight fist; making flexing motions like it did when he burst into my room. The fact that he continued to stay silent made it worse and I swallowed as I felt my throat become dry. Well, if he won't say anything I suppose I should; I won't let him know just how much he's scaring me.

"What's your problem? Why can't you just leave me alone?" I demanded, my voice betraying how longing I was. Seriously, I almost thought Black would be happy to get rid of me considering everything that's happened between us.

"Alana." Black finally spoke and my heart fluttered at how soft his voice was. It completely contrasted with his current appearance; which looked as if he was trying very hard to hold something back. As if to confirm this thought, the man tsked angrily and his eyes hardened as he then glared at me.

"You're not leaving." He growled and my heart tightened. Fighting back a shaking breath I shot a glare at the man, but it was weak; my expression faltering as I continued trying to hide my fear.

"You can't make me stay; not anymore." I declared bravely, my hand balling into a tight fist. "I may not understand the rules of this world but Jackie has explained that you're breaking them by forcing me to stay here. I want to leave and explore."

After that, rather than wait for his response or watch his reaction, I took the opportunity to see exactly where Black had brought me. To my surprise I saw it was a bedroom. Like the rest of the prison, the floor was stone, though like my room, it was smoother than what made up the halls. Unlike what my room had, however, a large red rug covered most of the floor. The bed was also much bigger than mine; being king sized and draped in dark reds, grays and blacks. To one side of the bed sat a large desk while a dresser was on the other side. In front of the bed, facing an unlit fireplace, was a large red cough.

"Where am I?" I wondered aloud, speaking more to myself rather than asking Black for conformation. I think it was rather obvious where he had taken me so I suppose my real question was why he had taken me here.

Third person P.O.V

Black briskly crossed his arms, trying extremely hard to suppress the overwhelming rage he was feeling. If it were anyone else standing in front of him it was very likely bones would be broken and blood would be spilled. As upset as the Warden was with Alana, however, it wasn't to the point where he wanted to beat her; or hurt her at all. While her wanting to leave was a factor in his anger, just as White knew, it was what just recently happened that made it much worse.

Ace got lost; again! As good of an idea as it sounded at the time, Black knew the dunderhead knight couldn't be relied on. When the man turned up back at the circus, Joker wasn't sure if he was more amazed or enraged. He had failed at getting to Alana before she returned on her own yet found his way back within record time. Of course, Ace had found his way back by accident rather than intentionally, so that did lessen the amazement in the feat. As did the knight's happy go lucky attitude about the whole situation. Oh he apologized profoundly but did so in explaining how he decided to take what he thought were shortcuts and all the misfortunes he had to endure.

Black wanted so badly to wring the idiot's neck, as well as do so much more. He would have done so too, if White hadn't stopped him. Though it was no real secret to how dangerous Joker actually was, the Jester didn't want blood splattered on the ground so close to a show. Plus he much rather not have his counterpart die at the moment. As strong as they were, Ace held a much higher chance of killing the Warden than being killed himself. That wasn't to say White wasn't angry about the situation, he was just smarter and in more control of his actions.

As if things weren't already bad enough, they became much worse as a few prisoners managed to escape their cells. With both Alana and Jackie still in the prison. With how vengeful the prisoners could be, Joker knew there was a high chance they'd try to do something to the girls if they found them. Though Joker truly believed that the rule breakers were smart enough not to enter the living quarter the desire of revenge can distort common sense.

Fortunately, as Ace was already there, Joker sent him to deal with the escapees while he went to check on the outsiders. Both decided that, until it was safe, they'd take the girls to their rooms to keep a closer eye on them for extra protection. While White was gentle in his approach and even gave Jackie a choice, Black didn't. Still fuming over what happened in a course of a couple time periods, he couldn't suppress his rage and he, as Jackie put it, manhandled Alana out of her room all the way to his; which was where they were now.

For the first little while, Black didn't answer Alana's question. He simply watched her look around his room in silence. His fingers dug into his arm as his irritation became stronger while the seconds ticked by and, more than once, he had to bite the inside of his cheek. There was so much he wanted to tell her; so much more he wanted to say. Yet, due to his own pride, he couldn't bring himself to do so. This only caused him even more irritation so, when Black finally spoke, he did so with a huff.

"My room." The Warden grumbled, making his way towards his couch. He flopped down on it heavily, laying himself down so he faced the back of it. "Now shut the fuck up, I'm tired."

"What the hell?" Alana demanded, perplexed as she stared at the redheaded man. Oh no, there was no way she was going to let him get away with essentially kidnapping her only to then ignore her. Feeling what remained of her fear turn into pure irritation, Alana marched over to the couch and smacked him on the arm.

"Get the hell up! You're the one that brought me here. Don't you dare try to avoid the situation by pretending to sleep." She demanded, feeling even more ballsy as she then leaned over so she could peer at his face. This turned out to be a mistake.

In a blink of an eye, Black's arm shot out and wrapped around the girl's stomach. Alana barely had time to gasp as she was yanked down and somehow found herself laying next to him; her now being the one against the back of the couch. For a brief moment the girl just blinked, completely stunned by what just happened. Upon regaining her composer, Alana wiggled her arms to shove the redhead away but found herself pinned under him as he moved his head over her chest. This caused Alana's face to flush and her struggle increased.

"Black-!"

"Alana." The Warden cut off, his voice so soft that it stunned the girl not only into silence, but completely creased her struggling. Moving her head as much as she was able, Alana's green eyes met with his single red one. Instantly a cool shiver shot down her spin and her heart throbbed at how soft it became.

"Just … Be quiet." The man continued, his voice so soft it was basically a whisper. Perhaps it was a whisper.

"Uh..." Alana was lost for words. Black had never done something like this before. Well, at least not so gently; though she did consider this very different from the times he's pinned her to her bed. Alana's heart fluttered away in her chest as the color on her face got darker. Just what was he doing?

Black's P.O.V

I let out a small sigh, pleased that Alana was finally being obedient, and closed my eye as I continued listening to her heart. It truly is such a intoxicating sound; one that should not exist in this world. It's dangerous and can drive those who experience it mad. Outsiders as a whole are dangerous and cause mayhem where ever they go. It's better if they were killed or locked up so they can't cause trouble. Yet I'd be a fucking idiot if I didn't admit I could see the appeal. Especially with Alana. Her heart, face and even her body is so much more enjoyable while it is functioning. It's no wonder the shitty Jester kept us from killing her back then.

"Black, get off, you're heavy." Alana complained, interrupting my thoughts. Somehow she managed to free one of her arms and began to smack me in the back, but I didn't let it bother me. Though still rather upset, the sweet sound of her heart radiating through me had calmed me a great deal. I didn't give a shit if she was getting uncomfortable. She's soft, warm and I wasn't done listening; so she'll just need to put up with it.

"Black, I said get off! You're hurting me." She demanded, her form squirming even harder under me. I frowned but reluctantly shifted myself just enough so I wasn't crushing her other arm; which I'm guessing is what she was talking about. I then smirked when she grunted in annoyance but otherwise returned to focusing on listening to the sweet sound inside her chest.

Ba bump, Ba bump, Ba bump.

The sound filled my ears and shot down my spine, giving me chills. Inhaling, I let the breath roll off my shoulders: taking all the tension from the previous hours with it. Alana truly is very comfortable and warm. I... really like it. And I don't want it to leave me. Ever. Keeping my eye closed, I continued to listen to Alana's heart pound inside her chest, enthralled by the changing speeds. Her smacking, which in actuality felt like tapping with her pathetic strength, began to feel good and a small hum found it's way past my lips before I could even attempt to contain it.

"Joker! Please get off of me!"

"...Then swear you'll come back." I mumbled, refusing to budge and kept my eye closed. I felt Alana stiffen under me and, even without looking at her, I could tell she was shocked. Heh, from the sounds of it, I even made her heart skip a beat.

"What... what are you talking about?" She hesitated and I frowned. Don't tell me she already forgot our earlier conversation. She's not that stupid. Though I suppose it's possible that I may have jumbled her brain a bit after I forced her on the couch with me.

"Swear you'll come back to the prison. To me." I clarified, unable to hold it in any longer. At the moment I didn't care if she realized what I meant by that; I just don't want her to leave forever.

To my surprise, yet pleasure, Alana's form relaxed. She sighed in clear annoyance but otherwise stopped trying to push me off of her. Her hand was still touching my back but it too had stopped it's patting. That disappointed me a bit, as I had gotten used to the sensation, but I was happy she was finally staying still like I wanted her to.

"You idiot. I already told you that it wasn't as if I'd never come back. I live here." She answered and pinched the spot she was touching. This hurt more than her smacks did but not by much, so I simply just curled my spine and pushed against her until she let up. When she did I couldn't keep in my satisfied sigh as I returned to relaxing against her.

"Good. You better bring back some fucking good sweets." I growled, recalling the candy I got not too long ago. Most of it was still untouched, seeing as I hadn't really had the time to eat it yet. When I do get around to it, however, that puny bag will likely only last me a few minutes. I'm going to need more.

"You already have a mountain of sweets! Why not try eating a apple or a carrot instead." Alana bristled. I scoffed, about to retort that that small bag of candy barely qualified as a mountain but was stopped as she groaned and returned to trying to shove me off of her. "And stop using me as a pillow! I'm stiff and uncomfortable."

"Too bad. I am comfortable so live with it." I grumbled and shifted even more of my weight on her, though was careful to avoid hurting her. A small chuckle rumbled in my chest as she whimpered and returned to pinching me.

"Tell you what." I offered, rolling my shoulders and curling my spine to shake off her hand again. "If you agree to sleep with me then I'll get off."

Alana's P.O.V

My eyes widened and a hot blush flooded my face as I stared at the redhead in utter shock. Though being called crude names by this man was nothing new to me, I couldn't believe what he just suggested. He's teased me for being a virgin in the past, but never like this. And to say it as if he really thought he was doing me a favor? What the actual hell?! Clenching my teeth together I grunted and, though my previous attempts were utter failures, shoved at him with all my might.

"I am not that kind of woman! Get the fuck off of me!" I snarled, my heart pounding heavily in my chest from a mix of anger, fear and embarrassment. I don't care if this gets him angry, I wasn't going to let him get away with making such a crude suggestion.