Panel 1. In the fray of a swanky Manhattan party, Lamont Cranston, The Shadow, and Danny Rand, The Immortal Iron Fist, have bumped into each other. Cranston should be in a jet-black suit, with a red tie, and Danny should be wearing a more colorful suit that matches his colors, perhaps a dark green suit with yellow accents.
Cranston: AH, MISTER RAND. I'VE HEARD MUCH ABOUT YOU.
Rand: OH, HAVE YOU? I'VE HEARD A LOT ABOUT YOUR EXPLOITS... FROM BACK IN THE DAY.
Panel 2: Rand smiles smugly, perhaps leaning on a table.
Rand: BUT I SUPPOSE WE CAN'T ALL KEEP UP WITH THE TIMES.
Panel 3: Cranston is visibly irritated, and is using his powers of mind control, which should be depicted as subtly as can be.
Cranston: YES, MY TRAVELS HAVE TAKEN THE LION'S SHARE OF MY TIME AS OF LATE
BUT I HAVE MY WAYS OF KEEPING INFORMED. IN FACT, I'VE HEARD A LOT ABOUT YOUR... EXTRACURRICULAR ACTIVITIES.
Panel 4: Rand is using his training to resist the Shadow's mind control, and should be visibly exerting, perhaps sweating, but still trying to keep up appearances.
Rand: AND WHAT WOULD THOSE BE? WOMEN, DRINK, MARTIAL ARTS? WITH MY SCHEDULE, THERE'S A LOT OF TIME TO FILL IN THE DAY.
Panel 5: Rand and Cranston stay staring each other down, each psychically pushing against the other's mental fortitude.
Panel 6: Same POV as panel 5, Rand and Cranston, both shaken, are bidding each other goodbye.
Rand: I GUESS IF WE HAVE NOTHING TO SAY TO EACH OTHER, WE SHOULD START TALKING TO OTHER PEOPLE, WOULDN'T YOU AGREE?
Cranston: I GUESS I WOULD. BUT IN THE FUTURE, YOU SHOULD KNOW I'M NOT TO BE BRUSHED OFF LIGHTLY.
Panel 7: Danny is walking away from the conversation, visibly frazzled, sending a quick text to Luke Cage on his phone while taking a large sip of his drink.
Phone: Luke, check whrevr u can 4 a Lamont Cranston. Library, informants, th works. TTYL.