If Jason could go back and tell himself that he'd one day meet an actual god, his past self probably would've told him to stop being delusional and maybe see a doctor.

But yet here he was. After getting kidnapped by mobsters during one of his "murderous alter of Nightwing" stunts, he expected to have been killed already. But no, here you were. You, a god. A god of rebirth, redemption, and second chances. You'd said something about an offer, and he was willing to hear it.