She was totally going to beat him, didn't matter if he runs each morning. She has to run faster in Gotham for both crimes and anything else. This was something else he didn't mind losing.

When they reach the door he was breathing harder and leaned a hand against the wall of the house. "Well, congrats, babe. To the victor the spoils." His tone amused as he was looking at her focusing on the color of her hair. Give him a second.