Take your child to work day was usually a quiet affair. A chance to show your child what you do for a living, as the two of you work away at an office cubicle, or work station. If you were lucky, you'd be shown a trade. Mechanics, construction something other than the two of you at a computer and dealing with nosy coworkers.
But for Harry Osborn, 'take your child to work day' was anything but dull. His father had that look in his eyes again. That upward tug at the corner of his lips, and the bright mania that almost seemed to give his eyes a strange glow.
The Green Goblin wanted to show his boy the ropes.
For most , take your child to work day didn't involve taking to the air , straddled against his father's armored body, held in his arms as he locked his feet in the glider alongside his.
It didn't involve the wind flying past his face, against a pair of spare goggles as they hurtled through the air, the only thing that could diminish the scent of sandalwood and rose from his father's cologne as the Goblin leaned over him and against him to steer the glider over skyscrapers and the ants far below.
It didn't involve the fire and flame of a robbed bank licking their heels as they took off laughing into the sky. And it certainly didn't involve the post-escape relief, or the way Norman whipped off the Goblin's cackling visage to press his lips to Harry's in the passion of their shared adrenaline high.
Take your child to work day was another day in the life for anyone else...but not for the heir to the Green Goblin's glider. Not for them, as they laughed together under the gleaming sun, the police sirens so far below they didn't stand a chance in hell of catching them.