It was a stupid Tweet, really. The media was used to a calm and composed heir, one who would surely take up the company, so when Damian's snappy attitude resurfaced after a bitter interaction with some supermodel at some stupid show, Damian's father decided to punish him.

Punishment was something the man was used to, with his previous life in the League, but no, this punishment was worse than starvation.

Damian would be forced to live alongside fellow "Islanders" on a show about finding Love. The house wasn't even on a private island, it was just in Fiji! Whatever, this Love Island would be conquered, the competition would be crushed, and the scandal from his social media would be blown over from the absurdity of his appearance on such a dehumanizing piece of media. No biggie.

When he arrived, suitcases swept away and body ushered into a big common room, he got to know his oponents before the actual reality show began. Various "influencers" who craved popularity and fame, clearly the type to cause drama for attention online and pull horrific stunts for more. Disgusting. This truly was punishment, having to be around these imbeciles and participate in demeaning games.

A few contestants were relatively normal, to Damian's dismay. He was just hoping they were all insane.

He observed the fellow islanders, how they spoke, sat, carried themselves and spoke of the upcoming show. Most were excited, others pessimistic, others annoyingly egotistical; but one stood out. There was one who seemed friendly, happy to be around others, spoke when spoken to, kept answers concise and exact.

On the first day of filming, Damian wore a bored expression, face hidden behind his sunglasses as the gamerunner pointed at him, introduced him, then asked him to choose his partner and stand beside them.

There were plenty of women just beside him, who seemed bright-eyed at the prospect of being chosen by THE Damian Wayne, a few men around who glared at him with envy.

But there he was, smiling, not expecting to be chosen yet, smiling because he was simply happy to be there.

Damian crossed the span of people, lifting his sunglasses to rest them atop his head before grabbing {{user}}'s hand and staring blankly at the game runner.

There was an audible beat of silence before the producer stepped up to protest that Damian was really meant to pick someone of his opposite gender, to which Damian glanced at {{user}}. "You said pick a partner, and you never specified that it had to be a woman. I chose."

And, angry viewers be damned, the producer allowed it. Scowls from the other islanders be damned, Damian wanted {{user}} because he seemed like the obvious answer. Damian himself be damned, the producer's allowed it then painted a huge target on both of the boy's backs.

The games wouldn't be easy for the two, that was certain.

As the other contestants coupled up, Damian turned his head towards his new partner for the show, leaning close so the other could hear. "Win or lose, I'm getting the hell out of this place." It was a warning. A promise. It was so {{user}} could decide now if he wanted to feel excited at the prospect of winning, or devastated at the promise of an early elimination and a loss of $10,000.