I usually do one-shots of Tim, but this one was bugging me, so I decided to finally write it. Damian as a genie! Italics are thoughts.
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Damian's POV
Damn mother. Damian thought as he put his lamp back into the safe in his room after checking it over, trying once again to summon himself; to try to grant his own freedom. Luckily, even Father knew he liked his privacy and allowed him to have it. He sealed the safe and laid on his bed for the night, remembering what his mother had told him: to never let anyone get ahold of his lamp. Curse her and her greed for power; for me to be powerful. That was what lead to this, afterall. It was his mother's fault. Mother's, Grandfather's, and the jinn that tricked Mother and Grandfather. His curse was not one he ever asked for or had done anything to deserve. He would wish it on no one, not even his worst enemies.
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Several Days Later
Damn Drake and his annoying self. Damian cussed Tim out in Arabic before walking towards his room.
"Damian!" Ugh, I'm not in the mood right now, Grayson.
"What?!" Damian snapped.
Dick looked slightly hurt, but quickly shook it off. "B told me to search your room for more throwing knives. You know his rule: one or two knives per room and… well, you definetly threw more than two at Tim…" He began searching Damian's room. Please let him not crack my safe!
Dick went over to the safe and said "Sorry Little D, but I have to look in it."
"No."
Dick sighed. "I guess I have to crack it then." The safe creaked open as I got up off my bed. Shit.
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Dick's POV
I expected more weapons…. Dick thought as he opened the safe. All that was in it was an Arabian oil lamp… Dick picked it up, hands rubbing on it, as Damian yelled "NO!"
Dick spun around, but Damain wasn't there anymore. In a flash of golden, sparkly light Damian appeared in old Arabian pants and a vest. Gold arm bands that looked like shackles were on his forearms and shins. A thinnish gold band adorned his inky black hair and henna tattoos adorned his tan, bare skin.
His head was bowed and he was kneeling on the floor in front of Dick as he said "I am an all powerful genie. Your wish is my command, Master. You have three wishes. There are three rules, however. One, I cannot bring the dead back to life. Two, I cannot make someone fall in love. Lastly, I cannot directly kill someone. What is your first wish, Master?" Damian looked up with sad, defeated eyes.
"D-Damian, what are you doing?" Dick asked, freaked out with his little brother's behavior.
"I'm a genie, Dick. I have no control; no freedom. I am enslaved to you because you rubbed my lamp. Normally, that would've freed me."
"C-Can I wish you free?" Dick asked. I don't want him to be enslaved by me… to me. He's my little brother! He shouldn't have to be like this!
Damian shook his head "No. My mother accidently wished this upon me. She wished that I would be the most powerful being in the universe. The djinn tricked her into making me a genie." Damian looked close to crying. "They took my freedom from me. I never even had a choice." A tear fell from Damian's eye and Dick immediately wiped it away.
"Hey, here. You should be your own master." Dick said, kneeling down next Damian and giving him the lamp. Damian took it and rubbed it, another poof of sparkly, golden light appeared around Damian again.
Suddenly the door burst open. "Are you okay? I heard a… scream…" Bruce said, looking wide-eyed at his sons while Jason and Tim stood behind him. "What is going on?!"
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Bruce's POV
Bruce walked into his youngest son's room and saw Damian kneeling, holding an Arabian oil lamp while Dick knelt next to him with a hand on his shoulder. Damian was dressed in old Arabian clothing and the way he was kneeling reminded Bruce of a slave. "F-Father… I-I can explain." Bruce had never heard Damian sound so unsure. He'd never heard him stutter before in his life. Damian had simply never seemed insecure enough to do so.
"Demon brat?" Jason said. "What the hell are you wearing?"
Tim smacked him over the head.
"Damian, why don't you explain?" Bruce said, kneeling next to Damian while Jason and Tim sat across from him.
"I-I'm a genie… Mother made a wish to a djinn that I would be the most powerful being in the universe… It made me a genie… It took my freedom… I never had a choice." A tear slipped out of Damian's eye, which he wiped away furiously. Bruce pulled him into a hug which Damian leaned into. "My free will is and will be taken whenever anyone rubs my lamp." Damian looked up at Bruce, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "I just want my freedom… but I cannot get it. The only way is to lock my lamp in my safe… it is the safest I can keep it." He looked down and rubbed at his eye again.
"Oh, Damian; my son." Bruce hugged Damian tightly. "You've had to worry about this your whole life… Damn your mother for doing this to you. You deserve to choose for yourself, no matter what or what that choice may be."
"B-but what about your 'no powers in Gotham' rule? I have extremely strong magic…" Damian sniffed and pulled away to look up at him.
"Oh, God, Damian. Please tell me you didn't think I'd kick you out!" Bruce said, looking slightly horrified but feeling much more horrified than he showed.
"Its one of the first things you taught me…" Damian looked down submissively.
"Never, Damian, never. You will always be my son and you will always belong here." Bruce said, putting a hand on his shoulder and using the other to tilt his head up.
"No matter how much you may annoy me at times, you are my little brother, Damian. Our little brother. This is your home. You are free to choose and feel safe knowing that you can choose to be a brat or not." Tim smiled and ruffled Damian's hair. Damian swatted his hand and face a small smile.
"Now get the hell out so I can change and put this," Damian scrunched his nose as he held up his lamp, "back in the safe."
The family laughed, exept for Damian who just smirked, and left.
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Damian's POV
Damian hung up his genie outfit and put his golden arm and leg bands in a plastic bag he hung on the hangar. He hung it in the back of the closet before heading downstairs.
"Dami, Dami! We should watch Aladdin! Pleeeeeeaase!" Dick was hopping up and down in front of him.
"Tt, whatever." Damian responded, giving a slight smile as he followed Dick into the living room where the rest of the family was already waiting.
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The end… for now. If you want me to continue a oneshot, review and tell me so. Please review!