Shame on you, DC.
Whoever allowed the pilot episode to see the light of day should be marched through the streets of Gotham like Cersei Lannister.
The only relatable character (Clayface) showed a promising original backstory, but then ends up being as threatening as your average high school stalker.
I gave it a real shot, but tuned out after the episode where "The Greatest Detective Ever" gets worked over by an 18th century ghost on horseback. The episode would have been less silly if Bats had called up Scoob and the gang to handle his lightwork.
The animation has promise, but, like your dad's corded Skilsaw in the garage, feels like lost technology that will never again see its true potential realized.
Don't bother. Life is too short.