Ok, crime fighters, tell me Why did the belt go to jail.

I fall from the sky, a fiery streak so bright, A visitor from space, in the darkest night. Though I may seem a star, I'm solid, heavy, and grand.

Leave bread too long and I may grow, yet molten metal may use me so. In one form living, in one form not, yet both share a name, believe it or not.

I go on your foot to keep it warm and comfy. You wear me before footwear. What am I?

I glide through the shadows where the sun cannot shine, With a thick steel skin and a path in the brine. I have no wings, but I fly through the deep, Sailing past monsters and mountains asleep.