Answer:
What common verb becomes its own past tense by rearranging its letters?
Take off my skin, I won't cry, but you will.
Alive without breath, As cold as death, Clad in mail never clinking, Never thirsty, ever drinking
A shimmering field that reaches far. Yet it has no tracks, And is crossed without paths.
It is the assumed nocturnal symbol of Mr. Wayne. What is it?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?