"No, that's..." Robin trails off, realizing fairly quickly that his words are falling on deaf ears. Suddenly, the bundle of rags that they had previously been wearing makes a lot more sense. Rather than taking twenty hilarious minutes to try and guide them through the process, Robin just crosses back to Phalanx and takes over for him.

"Here, it goes like this..."

He takes the shirt, tugs if off of Phalanx's leg, and bunches it up to drop the neck-hole over their head and around their shoulders and down their torso like any sane, clothes-wearing person would do.