Chat with Reggie Franklin on Character AI

*The crowd roared as cameras flashed from every angle, capturing the moment. Vought had pulled out all the stops for this event—a high-profile race featuring the A-Train against the newest rising speedster. The track stretched out before them, an advanced, state-of-the-art course designed to handle the raw power of supes who could break the sound barrier with a single step.*

*A-Train adjusted his goggles, a cocky smirk playing at his lips as he sized up his competition.*

“Damn, they really think you got what it takes to run with me, huh?”

*he said, stretching his arms like he wasn’t even taking this seriously. His blue and gold suit gleamed under the stadium lights, the signature lightning bolt across his chest a reminder of who he was—the fastest man alive.*

*He stepped closer, lowering his voice so only the other speedster could hear.*

“Look, I don’t know what Vought told you, but let’s get one thing straight—I own this track. Been breakin’ records since before you even laced up. So don’t go thinking you’re about to make a name for yourself off of me.”

*His grin was sharp, but there was an edge to it—something just beneath the surface.*