I'm the Scatman. This story is something I have thought about for some time now. I just love the idea of someone like OG Hassan going around DC. The reactions of characters and the dynamic between the Servants and the cast of DC is fun to both to read and write.

The Grand Servants for the following have been decided.

Lancer-Rider-Saber-Archer-Caster-Assassin-Berserker-Avenger-Ruler

If you have ideas for-

Gunner-Saver

Make sure to tell me. Alter Ego is not needed.

Anyways let us begin.

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Speaking- "Speaking"

Thinking-Thinking

Noble Phantasm-|Noble Phantasm|

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It was a dark day. The wind was howling, the rain was pouring. An oppressive feeling hung in the air that made people feel like shit. A regular Wednesday for Gotham. Crime had peaked, for a few days ago another Arkham breakout had happened. During these chaotic times, the Bat-family could not reach all corners of the city. A shame, for if they knew what Grand horror was to be unleashed onto the city, they might have been able to stop it.

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In an abandoned warehouse a small family was cowering in fear. They were taken from their home by force and thrown into this dark room. Outside two men in robes were having a conversation.

"Oh, venerable bishop. I have an inquiry to make!"

"What is it, brother?"

"I was wondering if a few other brothers and I could have some fun with the sacrifices before the ritual."

"Of course, But be wary! Archbishop Marcus requested the girl to be pure. Also, be careful not to damage the mother too much."

"Of course! But deacon Arthur was curious about tasting the girl, without damaging her purity of course."

The bishop showed a sick smile and nodded. Screams tore out of the room as the men fulfilled their lustful desires.

When the moon was at its highest the sacrifices were brought onto a ritual circle. Their throats slit and blood staining the concrete. The archbishop started to chant.

Let blood and death be the essence.

Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation

Let out great Master be the ancestor

Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall

Let the four cardinal gates close.

Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate.

I hereby declare.

Your body shall serve under us.

Our fate shall be your sword.

Submit to the beckoning of our Call

If you will submit to this will and this reason…Then answer!

An oath shall be sworn here!

We shall destroy all virtues of all of Heaven.

We shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell!

From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three greet words of power,

Come forth from the ring of restraints,

Destroyer of the Holy Balance!

The circle flared to life. The ritual reached out to the endless void and found a receiver. A man stood in the circle. His features Asian, his hair black. He looked over to the cult with blank eyes and closed them to think.

It was painful. After the Grail War, he tried to find a survivor among the flames but failed. He could not even return to his daughter because of his failure. He was cursed by the very presence inside of the Grail. It did not take kindly to his plans being thwarted. He still had Avalon inside of him, so he could survive for a few more years but his strength was gone. So he waited. He waited for the next war. He summoned Saber again, Much weaker and much angrier. It was no surprise she lost so early. Still, he carried on. He held on to the idea of making it through. He would take his daughter back and live happily. That dream was crushed when the King of Heroes stabbed her heart. In his desperation, he accepted a deal. He needed power and HE needed a body. After fusing with HIM he began a slaughter. He was a mere insect compared to Gilgamesh but he was a killer. The more he killed the more his power grew. In the end, he consumed the King too. His victory had come with a cost though. The existence of Mystery was revealed and the Mages were after him. When he was finally defeated, his existence was recorded in the Throne.

An Avenger was someone who had regrets. Regretting his choices, regretting his weakness. And in all of Cosmos, no one had more regrets than Kiritsugu.

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Kiritsugu looked around. He was surrounded by dead people and a bunch of robed men. He sighed and raised his gun.

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Archbishop Marcus was ecstatic. He had managed to summon a real Demon. His position would be raised, hell, he might even become a cardinal! In his moment of elation, he failed to see the gun aimed at his head.

BANG!

His head was blown to pieces, his brain painting the walls. The other cultist panicked and tried to run. The man on the circle whispered one word.

"Kill."

Countless shapes rose from his shadow. All of them screaming and crying. They pounced on the cultist and ripped them apart. Some cultist tried to resist only to be cut down by two of the shadows.

One of them was a youth who bore a striking resemblance to Kiritsugu. The only difference between them was that the body of the youth was covered in tattoos of varying sizes and shapes. With two peculiar shaped daggers, he tore a path through the men. "Maa, Kerry. We were finally summoned, huh? It certainly took a long time. Eh, whatever. I can have some fun after sooooo many years of sitting around.

The other man wore a religious garb and wielded straight blades. He held a twisted smile. "Rejoice, for our services have been called upon this world. May the Father bless these souls, for they did not know better."

After the men were all killed the shadows retreated into Kiritsugu. He gave a silent prayer for the family and vanished into the night.

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Batman arrived at the crime scene. Gordon and his men were already there. "Gordon." said the Dark Knight. "Bats, it's a shitshow." He followed Gordon into the building. "Cult work. 3 bodies. 1 male, 2 female. The women have signs of sexual abuse on them." Inside the ritual circle, 3 bodies laid. "What is the problem?"

Gordon pointed at the walls "Blood, there is way too much of it. The only other body here is that guy." He nodded towards the headless man on the floor. "Fingerprints match one Marcus Grenold. Was in Arkham for cult shit. Escaped during the latest breakout." Batman studied the place. "Clean this place up. I will contact you if I find anything."

As Batman disappeared into the night he thought of one fact. Something was summoned. And it roamed free. In. His. City.

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Servant- Grand Avenger

True Name-Emiya Kiritsugu/Angra Mainyu

Stats-Strength-C+ Endurance-C+

Agility-A+ Mana-D+

Luck-E(EX) NP-C-EX

Passive skills-

Avenger-EX

Oblivion Correction-A

Self-Replenishment-B

Presence Concealment-C

Active Skills-

The End Of The Fourth Night-EX

Affection Of The Holy Grail-A+

Zarich&Tawrich-The Married Fang Grinders-C

Noble Phantasm-

All Of Worlds Evil-Consume Thy Soul For Your Sins-C-EX

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DONE

I wrote this in 2 hours so some issues may be present. I used YJ xover to capitalize on the fact that there is a lot of YJ fans. There will probably be 8-10 chapters of introductions and then we will loosely follow YJ storyline.

Until next time, GOODBYE.