synopsis ༯: in the chaotic ridden city of gotham, infamous and ruthless detective sukuna cannot help but be slighted by the masked vigilante batman whose identity is still unknown and quite honestly a massive thorn in his side. and unbeknownst to you, a regular member of high society, getting involved in the entracing orbit of the fierce detective and the sights of a well known billionaire signs you up for more than you bargained for.
PAIRING ༯: detective!sukuna x reader x higurama
content ༯: toxic dynamics, manipulative men, power imbalance, crime & corruption, alcohol, explicit language, slow burn w/ bite, trust issues, sukuna being… sukuna
note: i am lowkey having fun writing this i feel like that one pic with the woman dancing with the two men like literally girl i WILL take both lmao
“wow, i thought i’d never get to see the chance to witness your handsome face again.”
sukuna chuckled as he plopped down in the seat in front of you, “i’m handsome now?”
“always,” you smiled softly, absentmindedly swirling the straw around in your drink.
“yesterday i was a jackass.”
"well", you chuckled, tilting your glass to your lips, "today is a new day."
in all honesty, as witty as you seemed, the playful smile resting on your face while sukuna flagged down the waiter, you were about ten seconds from walking out the door to save yourself the embarrassment of being stood up again.
but like... who could blame you?
yes, he's a busy sheriff.
and yes you might be pathetic for still agreeing to go out with him when he cancelled the last two times with a short text minutes before he was supposed to pick you up.
but who doesn't bait every once in a while?
that's exactly what you thought when he landed behind you as you finally approached your metal apartment door. "this is me."
"i hope you enjoyed yourself tonight."
"it might've been worth the wait...just a little." you blinked at him, watching as he chuckled, his hands landing on his hips.
"a little?", he questioned voice dropping an octave as he took a step forward pinning you to the door. "guess i'll have to change that."
your index finger landed on his lips just as his nose brushed yours, pushing him back while he puckered around your finger.
"i don't fuck on the first date. sorry."
and that was three weeks ago.
an insane time to go without talking to the man that was what?, sweet talking you for six months before you finally gave him a chance.
was he upset you didn’t give him so much as kiss him on the first date?
you didn’t think he was that callous. after pressing a soft kiss to your hand, he smiled before turning and wandering down the hallway, glancing back at you one last time before disappearing around the corner.
well it’s not like you had time to dwell on it as you got ready for a gala that your company was hosting. it was his loss anyway.
and sukuna, he didn’t forget about you per say.
he was genuinely interested in you! but after getting home that night, he knocked out almost immediately, then dragged himself right back to work the next morning, hoping he could finally do his fucking job.
except his asshole of a boss only cared about one thing.
you would think maybe it was to fix the crime rate? no, because “criminals will continue to pop up.”
maybe call the mayor to fix the patrols at the bridge to stop the growing smuggling ring? no.
create new plans to better fund the force so they could effectively fight crime? still no.
all the man wanted was to capture batman.
the man, the myth and the fucking legend.
the same one that disappears in front of you even if you’re looking at him. yup that one.
and the fucking police chief’s only progrative was to find the batman! oh he didn’t want any of the work.
nooooo, that was sukuna and his men’s job. he would just take the glory.
so here sukuna was, practically slaving over a massive map of gotham, pinning down reported batman sightings like it was actually possible to catch smoke in a fucking jar.
“ah, sukuna, there you are.”
his boss’s grating voice echoed through the room moments before sukuna felt a small, pudgy hand land on his shoulder.
“need you, okkotsu, and uh—”
the man’s eyes skimmed over the room before stopping briefly on the tall white-haired officer glaring back at him.
gojo's eye twitched before he blinked at the man, "charming as always, sir."
“super top-secret undercover mission tonight,” the chief continued proudly.
“how the hell is it top secret if you’re announcing it to a room of fifty people?” sukuna gritted out, shoving the man’s hand off his shoulder as he stood to his full height.
“alright, alright,” the chief laughed, completely oblivious to the growing irritation filling the room."well i must say i fibbed just a bit. gala tonight. you three have suits go get us funding.”
“from that billionaire. or any of the hundreds of rich fuckers at the little shindig.”
sukuna sighed for the umpeeth time watching the man, stuff his face with with a jelly donut, most of the powdered sugar and jelly falling on his shirt that he tried and failed miserably to clean off with his tie.
you paused looking at your helper for the day, “miwa. you don’t know him?” you asked exhausted, “he’s that shit in billionaire. he never comes to these things so we must make a good impression.”
“oh! i heard of him he’s the son of that rich guy!”
“well that is what a billionaire means," you sighed, "no one really know what he looks like so keep an eye out."
you were ready, sending off your assitant with a flind of your hand and holding a clipboard tightly against your chest as guests started to arrive upon the large stairs.
but honestly, you were running around like a headless chicken to make sure that this went well. you were spearheading this event, and if anything went wrong, it was your ass on the line. your reputation and your sanity if you had to fix it. so to say tonight you were busy was no joke.
so busy, in fact you missed the tall handsome sheriff dressed in a altered suit as he was followed in by gojo and yuta.
“now this is my scene no more of that stinky uniform.” gojo beamed as he grabbed a glass of champagne walking past him.
“i don’t think you should—”
“keep an eye out yuta.” sukuna muttered as he started to walk after you before pausing, “keep an eye on him too.”
sukuna shook his head as he followed you past the plethora of bodies that seemed to purposefully get in his way.
“no—no” you sighed, shaking your head on the phone like the person could see you, “i didn’t order 100 swan ducks. i wanted 15 jumping monkeys!”
“i don’t know why", you essentially growled into the receiver, "i’m just the messenger and you were supposed to deliver.”
“give me a second, sir.” you held your hand up in sukuna’s face without even looking at him, already turning away again. “no, you’re wrong, the fuck? oh—okay, well i can curse cause you just fucked me over. yeah. yeah, go ahead and tell him then.”
he said your name softly, hand reaching out to brush your arm. “sir!, as you can see i’m kind of in the middle of soemthin—“
you paused mid sentence . huh.
“hey”, he answered awkwardly.
slowly, you pulled the phone away from your ear, the man on the other line still yelling while your arm dropped to your side. “what the hell are you doing here?”
“this is your event isn’t it?”
you tilted your head, eyes narrowing as he talked, “you came for me?”
sukuna let out a short chuckle, scratching the side of his cheek while watching the very skeptical— rightfully so— expression.
you hummed dryly, lifting the phone back to your ear while still eyeing him from the corner of your eye. “bring the fucking monkeys now. or nanami will have ur ass," you said before you hung up.
“i need a reason to talk to you?”
you sighed heavily already feeling exasperated, “sukuna please.”
“this is cute and all, but," you paused taking a breath, "you want me to pretend this is normal? you disappear for weeks at a time and now you randomly show up here. i’m supposed to believe you don’t have an alternative motive?”
he didn’t even need to think about his answer, “yes, i don't. i want to talk.”
“bullshit. why?” you folded your arms as you tapped one of your long heels on the ground, “for someone who swore they liked me, you really have a terrible way of showing it. i’m supposed to jump at your beck and call every time you remember i exist?”
“i remember you exist”, he argued, “im just busy and i need you to wait for me.”
“wait for you? be patient?”, you scoffed, shaking your head as you started to turn away from him, “who the fuck do you think i am? some desperate little girl waiting around for scraps of your attention? you disappear whenever you want, ignore me for weeks, then pop back up expecting me to fold because you finally decided i’m worth five minutes of your time?”
silence passed, and then something clicked in your head.
you paused and slowly lifted your phone, pointing it directly at him while your other hand settled on your hip.
“how did you know this was my event?”
his brows furrowed. “what are you talking about? it’s your company’s event—”
“exactly.” your voice sharpened immediately. “the company’s event. not mine. so how the fuck did you know i’d specifically be here?”
damn. he forgot that you were very perceptive.
“no, don’t ‘listen’ me.” you cut him off sharply. “this must be some police shit. and you came up in here to manipulate me into helping you?”
silence passed as he stared at you. you stared back waiting for his answer and when he didn’t move, that said enough.
“just fucking wow.” you clapped your hands together, “so what is you want huh?”
“and", he sighed, "i’m looking for a investor for the police force…i was hoping you could help me find them.”
“find them, your goddamn self.”
“fucking piece of shit,” you muttered under your breath as you approached the bar, heels clicking sharply against the marble floor.
at least the rest of the night had been going smoothly.barely.
you downed the shot the bartender slid you, sighing heavily as you dropped your head in your hands. the burn in your throat doing little to ease the pounding headache building behind your eyes.
another drink sliding over in front of you got your attention.
“i didn’t order this”, you pushed the drink back in front of you, not before the guy behind the bar chuckled, his thumb jutting to your left. “from dude in the suit.”
your fingers paused against the rim of the glass as your eyes slowly drifted in that direction…and immediately landed on him.
he looked painfully out of place amongst the polished politicians and overdressed socialites crowding the gala, yet somehow he still carried himself like he owned the entire fucking room.
your gaze traced over what you could see of him. large fingers covered most of his mouth as he took a slow sip from his drink, dark eyes half-lidded beneath the dim lighting, catching yours just for a second.
the music around you faded into background noise as you kept staring, fingers tapping absentmindedly against the side of your glass. then the man shifted slightly, finally coming into clearer view.
your body moved before your brain could catch up.
one second you were standing at the bar. the next, your heels were clicking across the floor toward him.
and god, he was handsome.
his eyes tracked your every movement without shame, following you all the way until you stopped beside his seat tucked away in the corner of the bar.
“thank you,” you murmured softly, sliding the untouched drink back toward him as you lowered yourself into the seat next to the one beside him.
“but i don’t take drinks from men i don’t know.”
he still said nothing, a slow smirk tugged at his mouth as he set his own glass down, tongue briefly swiping across his lower lip before he leaned back in his chair.
“and yet,” his deep voice rumbled low enough to make heat creep up your spine, “you still walked over here.”
“maybe,” he continued, eyes dragging over your face shamelessly, “you wanted to get to know me.”
you hummed softly, tracing your index finger around the rim of the glass while holding his stare.
the silence lingered as his dark eyes staying locked onto yours as if he was trying to peel you apart layer by layer without even touching you. it should’ve made you uncomfortable.
instead, it made your stomach tighten, and a cold shiver pass through your body even in the warm settling in your belly from the drinks you consumed.
the low jazz humming through the gala faded beneath the sound of ice clinking against your glass as you finally took a sip of your drink, refusing to let him see how affected you were by a damn look.
“you always approach strangers this confidently?” he asked, voice smooth and annoyingly calm.
“only the ones buying me expensive liquor.”
a quiet chuckle left him, deep enough to settle right beneath your skin. “so you noticed it was expensive.”
“i notice a lot of things.”
his gaze dipped briefly to the diamond bracelet around your wrist before returning to your face.
you leaned on your hand, eyes tracing his handsome face and the slope of his nose, "and what about you?”
“you always sit in dark corners staring at people all mysterious-like or am i just special?”
that finally earned you a real smile. it was small, barely there but the glimmer of his teeth in the golden light was oh so cute and oh so dangerous.
“depends,” he murmured. “are you special?”
before you could answer, a frantic voice suddenly cut through the tension.
both of your heads turned.
a nervous-looking man in a pressed black suit hurried toward the table, nearly tripping over himself before stopping beside him.
“they’re asking for you upstairs,” the man said quickly. “the investors from kyoto just arrived and—”
he froze mid sentence, finally realizing he’d interrupted something.
your eyes snapped back to him, eyebrows lifting in surrpise as you watched him take another sip of his drink.
the man beside you sighed quietly, almost irritated at being interrupted, before setting his glass down against the table with a soft clink.
“…hiromi higuruma,” you said slowly.
the mysterious billionaire.
his gaze slid back toward you, unreadable amusement flickering across his face as he leaned forward slightly.
“guess introductions are overdue.”
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