Answer:
What is the thing which, once poured out, cannot be gathered again?
Runs smoother than any rhyme, loves to fall but cannot climb.
It is the assumed nocturnal symbol of Mr. Wayne. What is it?
I can be moved. I can be rolled. But nothing will I hold. I'm red and I'm blue, and I can be other colors too. Having no head, though similar in shape. I have no eyes - yet move all over the place.
I wear a red robe, with staff in hand, and a stone in my throat.
Often cooked as fillet, this meat comes from an animal that swims underwater.