Samuel might think he can kick my daughter to the kerb, trample all over her feelings, and casually toss her into the gutter like a used tissue the moment some four-year-old floozy flutters her eyelashes at him over the plasticine table, but little does he know, there's a caped crusader in town, fighting for justice and hell-bent on revenge...

That joker won't know what's hit him.